The woman whimpered quietly, drawing his attention. David finally looked up. He pulled a photograph from the file.
He studied it for a moment before turning it around and holding it up for her to see. The woman looked up at him, confusion clouding her tear-filled eyes. Her mascara had long since smeared, leaving dark streaks down her cheeks, and her lips trembled as she tried to make sense of the man sitting so calmly in front of her.
"He was at your hotel," David said finally. "What did he want?"
The woman swallowed hard, her bound hands twitching behind her back. "Uh… I… he wanted information on a guest," she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of fear.
David's eyes flickered briefly to the photograph of Marco in his hand before returning to her. "What did you give him?"
"I gave him the details," she replied quickly, desperate to be cooperative. "The guest only had one visitor. She gave her name, but… but I cannot remember."
