Chapter 18
ESCAPE?Once inside their hotel room, on the slight chance they had earlier missed an MI5 bug, Stuart scribbled on Commonwealth Hotel stationery 3 am, and hard ass Darth Vader's back. Pablo nodded understanding. A piously fussy senior front desk clerk had returned from vacation. She might have noticed his unpaid presence and notified the police or hotel security. Stuart would check out early next morning with him, Pablo, slipping out a side entrance.
Stuart paced back and forth as he called Mathew on his cell. After a minute or so, his features changed from complacency to irritation, reinforced with a shake of his head. A key player to their getting off the island didn’t answer. Pablo supposed Mathew was driving around in daddy’s Ferrari or doing whatever else a rich kid did, e
