Chapter 22 Room Twelve

• The Ritz-Carlton gleamed like a jewel against the Paris skyline as crystal chandeliers cast warm light across marble floors. Men in thousand-euro suits sipped champagne beside women who cost twice as much.
• Santino walked through the lobby like he belonged there. With his custom suit, Italian leather shoes. But underneath, his shoulder a holster pressed against his ribs.
• The elevator climbed smoothly to the twelfth floor as classical music played softly through hidden speakers. The kind of music that made murder sound elegant.