Chapter 21
I allowed myself another hour or so of sleep at the hotel room. After the arrest and all that wandering around last night, I felt I deserved it.
Our stuff was thrown around the place, the cops had pulled what little we had and managed to littler the whole room. The hard plastic case was confiscated of course. I didn’t even bother, I just picked up a clean shirt from the floor and went down to get a cup of coffee.
I seemed to be the sole visitor to the hotel. The owner, that nice middleaged lady who we met at the reception the day before, was brewing a hot Turkish coffee pot. I normally had cold frappe, but this one smelled splendid.
“Here you go young man,” she said and didn’t even bother to tactfully leave me to my loneliness. “How is that metal lady doin’ huh?”
“It’s not
