He was too impatient. He raced to the stairs to the lower level and took the stairs two at a time. At the landing for the shop level, he glanced at his smartphone. And saw Prince Sergei rush through the lobby. He stopped short. What the hell was the prince doing back in the hotel? Panic slammed into him from the nasty smile on the prince’s face. He was clearly up to something. Peter called Tony and waited impatiently for him to pick up. Ring after ring came, until the voicemail finally kicked in. “Prince Sergei is back in the lobby,” he said quickly. “Please see why he’s returned and what we can do for him.” Peter pushed ahead, looking around the shops in the lower level. Peering in through the closed doors to see if he detected anything out of the ordinary. When he reached the clothing shop where he had purchased his suits earlier that week, the door gave and opened when he leaned on it to look inside.
