Chapter SevenGerry & Nikki walk into his hotel room and shut the door. The room is devoid of character and an identikit of what passes for a business class abode. The hallway carpet looked like it had entertained a hundred anonymous footprints in its time. It led straight to the bed that could no doubt tell a thousand stories of lost virginity and drink-fuelled nights of lust. The en-suit bathroom is to the left and a balcony; the only sign of character is on the right.
Gerry turns to Nikki and spoke first to pre-empt any complaints. “OK Nikki, I’m quick to pick up the hint. You’re not really ill, are you? Harry did something he shouldn’t have, right?” Nikki speaks angrily, “You win first prize Gerry. Is Modex always like this, full of sleaze bags? Is there no chance of meeting anyone dec
