Amelia Leaf hid the handgun at the back of her waist, then gently unlocked the door, leaving it half-ajar.
Holding her breath, she stood still and patiently waited.
After Stuart Truman arrived at the hotel, he followed the room number provided in the text message and took the elevator straight up. When the elevator door opened, Stuart stepped out quietly, standing on the red carpet in the corridor, glancing warily at the tightly shut brown wooden doors on either side.
Scanning the room numbers one by one, Stuart's gaze fell on a direction slightly ahead, a trace of severity flickering in his eyes.
If Keira Leaf wanted to meet him, it would make sense.
But for Keira Leaf to ask to meet in a hotel room seemed highly unusual.
