By evening, Zara was already outside the Arcadia hotel, and she stood on one side of the building, dialing Lennox’s number.
He had told her to wait in the lobby via text when she called him at three during his break. She had been unable to make it by then, and she had called to let him know.
Now, she was trying to call him again. She knew there might be a chance he didn’t pick up the call because it was a few minutes to six, but there was no fault in trying.
She needed to let him know she was here, nonetheless, but if he didn’t pick up the call after now, she would have to text him.
After pressing the phone to her ear and standing there for a few seconds, she cleared her throat and started toward the revolving front door of the hotel.
Beyond the glass, she could already see in in
