Chapter 11An hour or so later, the hotel receptionist was on the line asking if Talya wanted to see someone named Rheza McLean from Monsieur Savoi’s office. “The lady is waiting for you at the bar.” “Very well,” Talya replied, “I’ll come down in a few minutes.” Someone has broken away from the pack or the beast is sending a messenger to take the beating. The so-called ‘bar’ could have been better described as a lounge or salon. It was a large room where two rows of brown colonnade punctuated the flagstone floor. The white stucco walls provided some coolness to the otherwise sultry atmosphere. To the right of the doors, a bar stretched halfway across the room. Farther in, there were groupings of comfortable chairs and sofas, hidden under piles of rose and brown cushions, and surrounding