Chapter 17
MARY YORK SYMPATHIZES“My name's Stuart Bishop. I’d like to settle up my hotel and bar bills.”
“As you wish, sir.” The night clerk with lacquered black hair brushed over her ears and heavy liner on her lids eyed him coldly over her bifocals. "For one person, I assume?"
"Just myself, that's right."
She typed his name into her computer. “We hope everything was to your liking, Mr. Bishop." She flicked a glance at him before returning to her keyboard. "And to any guest who might have visited. May I have your room number?”
Mary York, idling in the Commonwealth Hotel's lobby, observed ahead without seeming to, the man, whose briefing photo identified him as Stuart Bishop, wait at the reception desk to pay. Angry conversation swirled around the MI5 undercover agent. Some travelers
