Pepper craving—that was Laney’s excuse for her four a.m. stroll. The front desk girls believed her. Sujet didn’t, but he’d keep quiet. Tamroung Road was busy even at four in the morning. Mostly that was because of all the hotels in the neighborhood, but then, Bangkok tended to be restless and vibrant at all hours. It was a nice night, with a slight breeze cutting the oppressive humidity. She strolled nonchalantly around the corner. The street that ran up the side of Hotel Des Roses had just two lanes, and it was darker and gloomier than grand Tamroung Road. Which suited her just fine. She stopped at a square manhole in the sidewalk—the liquor delivery hatch, the secret way to get into the basement. She’d walked over it many times and never thought about what was beneath until the night of the dumbwaiter crisis. Voices from the other direction. She slunk into the shadows as a couple stumbled up the street, clasping the key, feeling like a spy, shocked at herself for even going this far.
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