Thomas Gable walked into the suite.

He wore his crisp charcoal suit and a burgundy tie.

He pulled the door shut behind him and locked the deadbolt from the inside.

He adjusted his suit lapels and stood firmly in front of the exit.

“Good morning, everyone,” Thomas said.

His hospitality language was overly formal, but his eyes were hard.

“I apologize for the intrusion.”

Vanessa looked at the hotel manager blocking the door, then back at Ethan.