Toc ... toc ... toc ... - Who is it? - asked Lina. Instinctively, you pass a hand on his holster with his Beretta semi-automatic, hidden under his jacket, as if to make sure it is still there.
- It's me, dear.
The unmistakable voice of the lady Sterling hits. They will also suggestive of last night, but Lina is that there is something disturbing about her. However, dispels malevolent thoughts and answers it.
- What is it, madam?
- Oh, nothing. Just wondering if you needed anything, since your friend is still sick.
- No ma'am, we'll get it this way - Lina replied, politely.
An awkward silence descends into the room. Lina and Yuri would have expected the old man returned to the reception, and instead stays there, impaled and smiling at the door of the room.
- Lady - Yuri debut, breaking the deadlock - in fact our friend Jerry would appreciate a nice lemonade calda, visto che non si è ancora ripreso dalla sbronza... Sarebbe così gentile da preparargliene una? Lei fa degli infusi così deliziosi!
Il tono esageratamente cortese e adulatorio strappa un sorriso ancora più grande alla vecchina.
- Ma certo, caro! Vado subito! - ma nonostante l'affermazione decisa, la Sterling non muove un solo passo fuori dalla porta.
Anzi, lentamente strascica le proprie ciabatte *dentro* la stanza, sorpassando e dando le spalle a Lina, con lo sguardo puntato verso la refurtiva.
Yuri si pone di scatto davanti ai sacchi.
- Ehi, signora, dove pensa di andare? - chiede intimidatoria Lina - Si fermi!
Ma la Sterling it seems as if in a trance, and Lina completely ignoring his advances with Yuri and shuffled toward the money.
The Russian looks and feels to be paralyzed by those wide eyes staring at him, as if passing through their focus was indefinitely without the blinking tumbling even for a few moments to give back to humanity in the face contract smile of a stone. Lina
plunges his hand under his jacket and pulls out his gun, pointing straight ahead towards the shoulder blades of the old: - Lady, did not hear me?! Stop!
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