The clerk produced it within moments. Finn took the card without another word and rode the elevator alone.
Inside 1402 the lights were low, the balcony doors cracked to let in the distant sound of the sea. He didn’t turn on more lamps. He simply locked the door behind him, slipped the extra key into his pocket, and settled into the armchair angled toward the entrance—still enough to be invisible until someone stepped fully inside.
He checked the time once. She would come in soon. She had nowhere else to go but back to the room they'll share for the weekend. He saw the bags she came with. Finn leaned back, patient, already certain of the moment the door would open.
In less than 30 minutes, the elevator chimed softly.
Finn, who had been pacing the suite for what felt like an eternity sto
