“I’ll drive. You handle the camera,” Joe White barked, his voice laced with urgency.
Allie Brooks nodded, clutching the telephoto lens tightly as Joe started the car, skillfully trailing the RV through the crowded streets. Allie’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the unsettling thoughts swirling in her mind.
The RV finally came to a stop at the prestigious WORLD International Hotel. Joe, ever resourceful, didn’t miss a beat, driving straight into the open-air parking lot.
“We’ve got a room,” Joe announced after a quick phone call. “Third floor, right across from 3001—the presidential suite. The terrace there is barely two meters apart. Starting tomorrow, you’ll stake out on the terrace. No way they’ll keep the curtains shut for 24 hours. Whe
