CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
When they returned to the hotel, Philip was straight on his phone and could not be contacted any other way. Trudy took Megan to the room to prepare her for bed. Justin had some time to himself.
He slumped down on the cushions around the iron table and rolled himself a big, fat joint.
He considered getting up to admire the view of the city, but his body was aching after the day’s punishment, he didn’t want to stand. He contented himself with sitting there, listening to the sounds of the city.
He was smoking his third joint before anyone joined him. Megan appeared first. “There was hot water,” she announced cheerfully.
“That’s good,” Justin answered.
Trudy appeared shortly after her daughter. To Justin, she looked like a freshly scrubbed movie star.
“The hot waters
