“Probably her cousins.” I gave her a reassuring shoulder pat. “Think no more about it.”
I thought about it. No hotel likes a male patron who invites women up to his suite, particularly in the evening. But any good house would rather have a dozen like such than one woman who attracts men to her suite. That’s bad. For business, I mean.
I knocked at the 21MM living-room door.
No answer.
I rattled keys.
A gruff bass voice: “Who you want?”
“This the house officer.”
“Miss Marino’s not here.”
“Open the door.”
“Hell I will.” He sounded tough.