After signing the register at the Mayfair he was taken to room 305. It was a decent-sized room at the end of a short corridor and had its own en suite bathroom. It was simple but clean. There was a double bed with a charcoal grey quilt and black pillowcases, pale grey curtains and a large vase of freshly picked red roses on the polished granite counter over the mini bar. Fresh towels sat folded on the end corner of the bed and a small mint had been placed on each pillow.
“Thank you very much,” he said to the bell boy handing him a ten dollar tip. “This’ll do nicely.”
The minute the bellboy left Dale was on the phone to Dominic. He rang and rang but there was no answer. By nightfall Dale was getting worried. Several times his finger came to rest on the first digit of his uncle’s phone num
