Chapter Seventeen: No Guns, But Keep Shooters, Part II

You could just barely hear it when the hotel card key beeped and the man entered. I knew the brand of door: ETO custom two-panel models, featuring quiet hinges and “ample soundproofing.” A staple of Marriotts all over the country.

Vihaan was backlit in the doorway, a silhouette. He stood for a moment, sliding his card-key back in his wallet and fumbling …

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