“How is she getting in?” Ethan whispered in the dark.

“She booked the connecting room,” I said.

“She has the key to the adjoining door.”

Ethan looked at the narrow gap in the doorway.

He didn’t ask any more questions.

We stood in the dim light for three long minutes.

The digital clock on the bedroom nightstand changed to eight oh five.

A sharp metallic scrape echoed through the quiet suite.