Chapter 11
Dale stumbled into the lobby of the Mayfair Hotel mentally and physically exhausted. He punched the button on the elevator and waited. Another finger pressed the ‘up’ button and Dale bristled.
“Didn’t you see me just press that button?!” he snapped.
The middle-aged man looked him up and down.
“Sor-ree,” he chimed sarcastically.
Dale felt every muscle in his body tense. The tendons in his neck stood taut and he felt his right eyelid twitching. It had never done that before. Another thing he had to thank his uncle for. And another reason why this dickhead standing next to him should take more care not to upset him further.
Finally the elevator doors opened and Dale stepped in, watching the other man through narrowed eyes as he entered, waiting for this stranger to give him a
