'I expected more of you,' a voice says behind me.
The sun has come up from behind the horizon, and the city has woken up, too. We haven't moved.
His Oxfords make a crunching sound on the gravel. They appear in the corner of my eye a second later. Naturally, they're perfectly black, shined to perfection. He must be kicking himself to be walking on gravel with Italian leather.
'You have to come home.'
'We found a lab. Probably Miller's,' I say, avoiding the topic.
'Where?' He runs his hand through his hair. Although I can't see his face, I know he's frowning, maybe even touching his beard in concern.
'Right here,' I answer, 'in this hotel.'
'That might be a problem. But we'll deal with that later. Let's get her to safety.' He turns around to leave, but I don't move. He seems more surprised than offended. 'Matthias, don't do this.'