“I’ll have the food sent up,” Charles Burns said. “Once our timed safe opens, I’ll bring up the envelope, Miss Forsythe.”
“Thank you,” Janey said, hoping she could make it through the door of the suite the man was currently taking her to. Her heels seemed to catch on the thick carpet, and she could barely keep up with him.
After she’d gotten him to the front desk, she’d shown him the page with his name and number on it, and the next thing she knew, he had two coded keycards and had said her room was on the forty-second floor.
Not a fan of heights, Janey swore she could feel the building swaying in the wind.
Charles unlocked the door to the suite and held it for her. She’d never stayed in a hotel this nice, and a long foyer showed her expensive artwork on the walls and the best bamboo f
