Chapter 20Talya was dreaming. There was a knock at the door. She woke up with a jerk. Another knock got her up. She looked at the clock: 4:00AM.
“What is it?” she said through the door.
“A message for you.” was the answer. A message at this time of the morning? It was late evening in Vancouver. Talya didn’t expect any message nor did she want any. She wasn’t in the best of mood when she opened the door. Standing in her face was the night watchman, a plate in hand with an envelope on it.
“Who is it from? Do you know?”
“I don’t, Madame. Someone brought this to the reception and said it was most urgent. The man gave me a good tip to bring it to you right away.” She took the envelope, grabbed her purse from its hiding place and gave the man another ‘good tip’ for delivering the message
