CHAPTER THREE4: 00 THE THREE RED DIGITS glowed on the clock beneath the television set. Damn time difference, grumbled Sweeney. And that unbearable humidity… it’s a real steam bath in here!
The inspector tore his pale Scottish body from the sweat-drenched sheets. He headed towards the bathroom looking for an illusory cool spot.
He splashed disappointingly lukewarm water on his face and neck, but it only provided temporary relief. It did however give him the courage to look at himself in the mirror. My poor man, it’s the first and last time you’ll ever come to the U.S. Look at yourself, look at that face! And you can’t even sleep… He returned to bed and sat with his back against the metallic frame, thinking, What kind of shape will I be in later when I start my investigation?…
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