His cruelty to Lupita told her he would always be sorting.

And so she decided, meeting his eyes, that he would sort no one, ever again, in any hotel of hers.

Chapter 12 — What Is Your Full Name

Karl took the vase’s arrival as his cue to be done with the whole tedious business.

He leaned against the counter, twirling an electronic keycard between his fingers, and then slapped it down onto the polished marble with an unmistakable air of condescension.

“Here’s your key,” he said, his voice dripping with bored indifference.