Charles stood frozen in front of the door to Room 1, a pistol hidden in the inner pocket of his jacket.
Owning firearms for self-defense was perfectly legal in S Country, and he had a full collection of them in all brands and sizes. He had just never expected to use one in a situation like this.
If Juho Maley pinned a knife to Kaija's throat the moment he walked through this door, he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in the man's forehead.
But what if what he found instead was that punk lying naked in her bed, with her right next to him?
His teeth clenched as he shoved the image away and swiped the key card at the door.
Inside, the darkness was overwhelming, save for the faint light slipping in from the corridor and from the living room balcony.
Charles stepped inside in slow, soundless strides, letting his eyes adjust. No sign of either Kaija or Juho Maley yet, only the kitchen and living room resting in total silence.
