“You know, people die at hotels all the time.”
Finn glanced up at Natalie from across the dining table. They were eating a light breakfast of fruit and yogurt, since that was about all either of them could stomach at the moment.
“Yes, I suppose that’s true,” Finn said. “But none of them are usually this well-known. The Vesper will be all over the news as his place of death.”
“He’s not that famous,” Natalie pointed out. “I mean, he’s wealthy, but he’s not an A-list celebrity.”
“All we can hope for is that this blows over in about a week or two,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.
His haggard expression was evident, with weariness etched all over his face. It was clear that neither of them had gotten much sleep last night. Everything was so uncertain, and they had no idea what they were
