Chapter Twenty-Three
Several hours later, Mallory and Baxter were eating an impromptu picnic lunch on a park bench when they got the information they’d been waiting for. Hollis had finally left the hotel.
Mallory showed Baxter the text message.
“Thank God for that,” he said, “my bum’s going numb sitting here.”
Mallory couldn’t help but smirk. They had been sitting around for a while. After breakfast, Hollis had gone back up to his room, which at first hadn’t presented a problem—they’d needed to go back up and brush their teeth and grab their bags for the day, in any case. But when he hadn’t left again, they were left wondering what best to do. If they, too, stayed in their room, it would look incredibly dodgy—they were posing as tourists, after all. They wouldn’t get much sightseeing d
