Warm smile.
At midnight, he’d sent a complimentary bottle of wine to our room.
Now two security guards stood behind him.
Mark held a small black drive in one hand.
Victor held a gun.
My knees weakened.
“We need the police,” I whispered.
Ana shook her head.
“Victor pays a detective.”
“Then call someone else.”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Before I came to your room.”
“Are they coming?”
“I don’t know.”
On the monitor nearest Mark, our suite appeared.
The bed was empty.
The bathroom door stood open.
Victor noticed it.
His expression changed.
“Where is your wife?”
Mark looked at the screen.
For the first time, I saw fear on his face.
“Sleeping.”
