The Hay-Adams, Room 308, 2:34PM
It was amazing to see that the room was immaculate. The housecleaning staff must have paid this room a visit sometime between evening and midnight. The blanket was smooth without a single dent, the pillows at the mahogany bed head were well fluffed with not a single feather poking out.
“Stylish place, isn’t it Lucy?” David asked.
“It puts the place we are staying at in China to shame.” I noted.
“Just don’t let them know that. Imagine how hard it will be for the police commissioner to find us another place for us if we got kicked out of the one, we are currently using.”
“Right, David, I shall keep my thoughts to myself.”
“That’s a good girl. Let’s see what secrets this place is hiding.” David added. He lit a strawberry scented cigarette.
“Must you do that?” I asked.
David shrugged. “What are the chances that a person with a strawberry allergy entering here before the scent dissipates?”
“It is low, but never zero.”