9DAY SEVENTY-SIX
It had taken several days longer than expected to recover all the loot from Hatton House. Vicky appreciated the slowdown in pace; she’d found the sudden exertion a struggle after weeks of inactivity. She’d had to drag herself out of her room on the second floor to find David and Marianne this morning, hoping to catch them before their meeting with Dominic and the others.
This place had been a four-star hotel, but the lack of heat, light, running water, and sanitation had stripped it of any sense of luxury. It was dark and damp, and, despite the protection of the waters of St Katharine’s Docks immediately behind the building, the dead were closer to the living here than anywhere else in the compound. Vicky could see them from her window, inching closer, clawing against th
