She hadn’t asked how Rem had gotten the information from the last one and she didn’t want to know. She rode with Rem in a taxi along crowded streets lined with ancient buildings. She couldn’t absorb enough of the beauty that passed her window. The taxi came to a stop in front of the Prague Marriott Hotel. The hawaladar Rem had located ran a boutique in Wenceslas Square, a short ride from here. Inside, the spacious lobby was beige with accents of maroon and black. Crystal fountains showcased an already grand staircase. Haley waited while Rem checked in, then rode the elevator with him. He hadn’t said when they’d meet the second hawaladar. It was early afternoon and she was hungry. They’d skipped lunch. The prospect of dinner with Rem gave her stomach a noticeable case of butterflies. She wondered if he’d want room service again. In Prague? Even as uneasy as she felt spending what could be construed as intimate moments if they stayed in the room, she couldn’t waste an opportunity to get out and explore an exotic city.
