He put four sheets of paper on the desk: copies of the check-in records from the hotel, with photocopies of the two passports. BOUCHARD, Arielle STICKNEY, Winston “They’re registered in adjacent suites,” Totoy said. “Very expensive, eighteen hundred a night. That’s dollars, not pesos. We went through their things. They didn’t have much, nothing of interest. Both suites are in the woman’s name, paid for on an American Express card in her name, and she has two more reserved for tonight.” “The two from Tacloban,” Andropov said. “Probably. I left word at the hotel to inform me if those parties check in.” “They shouldn’t be checking in,” Andropov said. “They should be leaving, correct?” “That was the message,” Totoy said. Andropov called to Markov. “Bring the boy in,” he said. Markov went out and came back dragging Ronnie with the help of another Russian. Andropov put the photocopy of the woman’s passport in his face, giving him a good look at the photo.
