The window was triple-glazed, so all he heard was a faint drone, the world going about its business in silence. Almost like a silent movie, he mused. He turned. The room was plush. Far more expensive than anything he’d ever stayed in. But he was just a little too tired to enjoy it. The unexpected trip from New Mexico had taken it out of him. The large-screen TV blabbed away to itself, images playing out largely unseen. He’d had a shower, changed into a fresh shirt and suit that Napier had already got his PA to buy in advance for him and which he found hanging in the wardrobe along with two other suits, and a message from her to go to Savile Row first thing in the morning and have a couple of new made-to-measures ordered, to make sure they were good ones and not to worry about the expense. So he took a shower and put on one of the new suits. He really needed to get something to eat, but Napier had arranged to meet him in his room so he had to stay put and listen to his stomach complain.
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