60 PREPARE TO PAY THROUGH THE NOSE
Amelie slid her finger over the rim of the tall glass of lemon water and returned her eyes to the closed door of the hotel’s restaurant. She chose this location on purpose — she didn’t want to be seen with the person she was planning to meet today.
Finally, the terrace door opened and Jason Sanson walked inside, his beady eyes scanning the place in search of his companion. Once his eyes laid on Amelie’s face, she felt her body tensing up in discomfort.
Wearing a wide grin on his face, Jason took a seat across the table and grabbed the menu with his stubby fingers, casually flipping through the glossy pages.
“So, what would you recommend, Mrs. Ashford? I’ve never eaten here
before, you see,
Amelie yakked the many from his grip and placed it next to her own, a
