THIRTY-SIX
Steel returned to his room. He knew that the Stewarts would never give anything up, not intentionally anyway. As well as learning Tia was OK, he learnt that the Stewarts had no idea that an unknown party had compromised them. In Steel’s past, he had worked with agencies of all descriptions all over the world. He had come to realise that they were alike, and they were, in fact, more trouble than they were useful – to him anyway. To them, everyone was the enemy.
He showered and changed into his black tuxedo for another engaging night of false pleasantries and laughter, another night off for what he saw to be full of lies and deception. He grinned at the prospect of his brain being taxed by strangers’ chatter about how good their lives were and seeing through the charade. He to
