Timothy pretended to ignore him, threw his arm around my shoulder, and indicated that we were heading for the elevator. We got there just before the strange man did. His face darkened with rage as the door closed in his face. Timothy held his finger on the closed button, keeping it from opening at the man’s summons.
Moments later, the four of us stepped off on the floor beneath our rooms and had to walk up two flights of stairs. I guessed we were doing secret agent stuff. Why not just tell the man to shove off? Couldn’t we call the police about someone so obviously following us?
But it wasn’t question time, not with the three stiff bodies of the men and the serious looks on their faces. Terry, the Viking warrior who didn’t care for apples, had his hand in his pocket. Was he carrying a gun?
When we reached the door that our key card liked, Bob peeled off to the right. Terry took the room on the other side of us, which meant that Timothy and I had an entire suite to ourselves.
I’ve got to say that the room was divine from my first glance, but as we stepped into its swankiness, I saw why Timothy hadn’t taken any apples. There was a large bowl of mixed fruit on the table in the center of the room, plus little cookies, some cheeses enshrined in red wax, and even a vegetable platter with carrots, celery, and radishes, all of it sitting on fresh ice.
I set off to explore the rest of the room, marveling at its size. We had a full living room with comfy chairs, lamps, a cabinet with alcoholic drinks, a large couch, and the beautiful mahogany table with food. A sideboard even had full-sized Keurig coffee maker and underneath it, I saw a microwave oven and a small refrigerator.
The living room looked out over a balcony with chairs. We could almost see the ocean from our inside window. San Diego’s evening air had grown chilly, so I scurried back inside.
The bedroom looked bigger than my whole apartment. It had pieces of furniture that could probably hold the contents of at least five suitcases full of clothing. The bed had the potential to allow a soccer team to pile onto it, not that I thought that would be a good idea, but huge doesn’t describe it accurately. I’d guess it was a king-sized plus.
In other words, the suite was amazing. I’d always thought that hotel rooms were supposed to be tiny with only a TV and a twin bed. That’s what someone had told me, anyway. This place could be comfortable for a member of the British royalty, a CEO billionaire, or even the president of the United States!