He pulled a 4圆 photograph from the inside pocket of his blazer and handed it to me. He stepped into the room while I closed the door.Ī little uncertainly, I asked, 'What can I help you with?' I wasn't sure what that meant, but his icy blue eyes were a little intimidating, 'Umm, sure.' He was my height but must have outweighed me by nearly a hundred pounds. He was greying at the temples and built like a former linebacker that still kept in shape. A man in a crisp white shirt and blazer stood there.
I had taken off my shoes, but other than that was still dressed, so I went to answer it.
Three sharp raps came at the door of my hotel room.
