It gave her pause. Normally, visitors didn’t show up at the door unexpectedly, and they never did this late. Her friends normally knew better to drop in on her unannounced.She glanced at her watch. It was a few minutes past 11:00 p.m. Who was in the hall?An emergency of some sort? She wondered. A problem in the building?She stood and walked to the door. She thought of taking her weapon with her. One could never be too careful in her line of work, but she decided against it, maybe out of pure laziness.She arrived at the door and looked through the peephole. A little wave of relief swept across her. It was her neighbor, Mr. Thomas, the older gentleman she affectionately called “Don Tomás,” the retired diplomat. He was definitely a friend.With him stood a young woman, a girl maybe a third his age.Alex suppressed a mischievous smirk. Maybe the old boy wanted to borrow a bottle of champagne. Then she suppressed her smile, undid the latch, and opened the door.Immediately, before Alex could speak, Don Tomás held up a finger to his lips to indicate silence.
