Chapter 19
3 A. M. FLEE TO HISTORYEarly next morning, Stuart did the obvious. His Ralph Lauren suitcase in hand, he crossed the hotel's nearly deserted polished marble lobby as any departing guest, nodded at the night shift behind reception, and crouched into a taxi idling out front.
Pablo slipped out through an unattended side exit, glimpsing two Metropolitan police cars, blue lights flashing, rounding the corner no doubt heading to the Cosmopolitan. Several blocks away, he rendezvoused on a darkened side street with Stuart, looking very nineteen fortyish in his dark blue fedora.
He didn't see their driver at first, slouched down in the Bentley, concealing himself as earlier instructed.
Stuart slid into the Bentley’s left front passenger seat. “Hey kid, we're here.” When he didn't sti
