Chapter 12There was a loud ring. She woke up with a start. “Good gracious, leave me alone people...” Talya grumbled, opening her eyes and staring at the clock: 7:00AM. She lifted her head from the pillow and realized that she was in someone else’s room. Then she remembered the evening before—they had exchanged keys. The ringing became more insistent. Her heart pounding fiercely with renewed apprehension, she picked-up the receiver.
“Madame Kartz? Khalid here, good morning, how are you?” I told him last night to use my first name—why the formality?
“Top of the morning to you, Khalid. How are you? Did you sleep well?”
“No, not really.” he replied hesitantly, the joviality of the previous night gone. “I’ve got the Dutchman beside me.” The Dutchman, finally. “He came over to the suite bec
