Chapter Twenty-Two
As Nancy arrived at the hotel, she stepped out of the cab and lingered just long enough to satisfy herself that no one had taken an interest in her since she last checked along the route to the hotel. She had learned how to carry out clandestine activities early in her training, and she was one of the best students in her class. Betty was still up reading a book when Nancy entered the suite, but Carol had already gone to bed.
“So how are things at the Hard Rock?” Betty asked.
“Same as usual,” Nancy replied, “noisy, overpriced, and crowded with pretentious, egotistical, and obnoxious losers trying to find someone who will tell them how great they are.”
“I don’t understand why you go there,” Betty said. “You always seem to come back in a bad mood.”
“I think I miss wha
