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Central International Airport Chapter #6A restless night... by: diana   She felt rather annoyed at the prospect of having another admirer stalking her half-way across the continent and that familiar odor was an indication that she would be on her own this time; no bodyguards to do the dirty work. She was in unfamiliar territory and knew no one. But she was accustomed to danger and her sense of adventure governed her actions.
She glanced at the time. An hour had already passed and she was curious as to the nature of Suite 110, so she dialed the number on the leaf; "Yes, this is Jessica in room 112 and I would like a bottle of White Zinfandel sent up in a bucket of ice."
There was a moment of silence before she recieved a reply. "White Zinfandel and two glasses--yes ma'me." The voice was soft.
"No-no glasses please! The plastic ones in the room will do. I'm not one for ceremony when traveling." There was silence and the line went dead.
She recognized the voice as the Asian woman she had met at the table.
She pulled the note from her book and placed it on the night stand next to the bed, her hand slightly trembling. She focused on the mystery of room 110 to ease the tension.
Outside her door she could hear voices, someone whispering in the neighboring room; room 110. She took one of the plastic cups from the cellophane wrapper and placed it to the wall. She caught the conversation in piecemeal fashion. Sudden movements blurred out most of their words.
The gentle rap on the door caused a sudden jerk. The plastic cup flew across the room, landing on the bed. Beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks in rythym with the rapid pulse
that was now pounding through her ears.
She opened the door and found her order sitting on the floor. The deliverer had vanished.
She noticed one end the yellow tape had been unfastened, draped along the door frame.
She crept over to listen but she heard loud footsteps and muted voices coming from the stairway. She slid the bucket inside the door, reached up to turn off her light and shut the door just enough to enable her to watch room 110 from a crouched position. She often found it easier to manuever away from a door in this manner.
A pair of legs temporarily blocked her view as he stood off to the side of another man entering the Suite. Looking up, she recognized the red hair.
She wasn't prepared for what came next: two men clad in gray coveralls carrying someone out on a stretcher. The stinch of the cologne wafted throughout the hall. She recognized him as well.....
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