“A stone desk rose out of the floor at the far end of the room, and a young clerk received the guest with a smile and lowered eyes. “Your suite is ready for you, Mr. Meile. Welcome back to the Pradha Han.” “Delighted to be here,” Henri said. He pushed his horn-rimmed glasses to the top of his head as he signed the credit card slip. “Did you keep the gulf warm for me, Rahpee?” “Oh, yes sir. We would not disappoint our precious guest.” Henri opened the door to the luxury suite, und...ressed in the lavish bedroom, tossing his clothes onto the king-size bed under the mosquito netting. He wrapped himself in a silk robe and sampled chocolates and dried mango as he watched BBC World News, thrilling to the update on “the killing spree in Hawaii that continues to confound police.” He was thinking, That should make the Peepers happy, when the door chimes announced the arrival of his special friends.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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