In the room.
Caspian Warner leaned back in a separate armchair, switching the TV to a sports channel, put down the remote, opened a bottle of beer, and drank while watching a basketball game.
For someone who often skirted the edge of death, a minor kidnapping case was hardly a concern.
After observing for several days, he was aware that Titus Zane's identity was not a simple one; her comings and goings were accompanied by a chauffeured car and bodyguards, suggesting that taking her out would present some difficulties.
But difficulties made for a challenge, and without them, there would be no thrill.
For now, he would have to stay in this small hotel for another two days, waiting for the new documents to arrive, before leaving with her.
Caspian Warner was immersed in the basketball game from his seat; meanwhile, on the small bed, the woman sleeping twisted her brow and slowly began to wake with a moan.
