Inside the Bentley, Ignatius Leclair's face was so dark it was almost grim. He instructed, word by word, "Inform the hotel to close the outdoor pool. It won't open for a month."
That evening, Desmond Wood, eager to enjoy the infinity pool while taking in the night view, was apologetically told by the hotel manager, who was all nods and bows, that everyone had to leave the rooftop and the outdoor bath was closed.
Desmond, holding his flip-flops, was a bit bewildered in the wind and awkwardly squeezed out a smile, saying, "With a body this good, I'm afraid of being kidnapped. I better go soak in the bathtub."
Delphine just smiled silently, carrying a wine bottle back to continue drinking.
In the night, the man closed his eyes and leaned back in the car, softly instructing, "Let's go back."
