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That was when I grabbed the first implement I saw in the kitchen that would suit my purpose—an iron pot handle that could be used with a variety of different pots and pans. I hotfooted it to our room. Nobody was around.
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Opening it without doing significant damage would be more difficult than I’d thought. I wished I’d left the window unlocked but I hadn’t been back to the room since before sunrise, and I wasn’t awake enough to think about how I was going to get in again before I left.
The strip of wood that covered the edge of the door where the lock was located looked flimsy. Perhaps I could pry it away from the doorframe by using the pot handle like a http://www.milaci.ro crowbar without damaging the wood. I succeeded in getting the edge of the pot handle under the wood, but only after putting a couple of gashes in it.
They weren’t that noticeable. However, when I tried to pry it away from the doorframe the thin piece of wood snapped right beside the apartamente de vanzare bucuresti door lock. I swore softly but I wasn’t going to worry about that now. I pushed the broken piece aside and inserted my credit card in the space between the door and the frame. I had to fiddle around for a few seconds before the latch gave way.
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I pushed the door open and went inside the room, closing it behind me. I hoped Josh had placed my passport in his suitcase. If he was carrying it with him I was out of luck. The bag had a lot of zippers. I quickly unzipped the zippers to the small compartments because they were the easiest to check. No luck. I zipped them shut again. I was going to be more careful than Josh had been, so he wouldn’t immediately suspect somebody had been in the suitcase. The central compartment had all his clothes in it. I dove into them apartamente de vanzare bucuresti with my hands, trying to find the passport by feel. My nose told me some apartamente de vanzare bucuresti of his clothes needed washing. Ugh. I felt something in the bottom made of paper, and pulled it out. It could be important. It was a girly magazine.
Not what I was expecting. Okay, fine, as long as it kept Josh away from me. I felt icky holding it, and quickly replaced it in the bottom of the suitcase, thinking it would be embarrassing for both of us if he found me with it. Suddenly nervous, I glanced at the door, almost expecting to see him entering the room. I had to work faster. My quick search hadn’t found the passport. I didn’t want to pull Josh’s clothes out and then have to replace them in the same order—or disorder. Josh wasn’t a careful packer.
I did a more thorough search by feel, although now my hands were shaking. In addition, I pushed some of the clothes temporarily aside so I apartamente de vanzare bucuresti could see between them. Still no luck. It wasn’t in any of the pockets of the pants or wrapped in a shirt. I would have felt it. Where was the damn thing? Maybe it wasn’t in the suitcase at all. Where did spies traditionally hide things? Between mattresses.
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Only one thin mattress per bed, no separate set of springs or anything else. These weren’t luxury accommodations, even though the price was a luxury price. I checked the bottoms of the upper bunks, feeling and looking for a hiding place. Then I crawled under each of the lower bunks, doing the same thing. The floor apartamente de vanzare bucuresti under the beds needed dusting. I grew frantic. I was sure Josh would come striding through the doorway at any moment and catch me in an awkward position, unable to explain myself. I ran around the main room and the bathroom, looking for cracks and crevices. Nothing was hidden. Josh must have the passport with him.
I was out of luck. I’d searched everywhere and felt everything. Almost. I ran over to the suitcase and unzipped the main compartment. I put my hand down through the clothes and found the girly magazine. I carefully pulled it out of the suitcase. That’s what I’d done before. I’d been very careful with it. I hadn’t even opened it. Now I did. It fell open to the centerfold. There, tucked into the foldout, was a passport. Two passports. Almost a perfect hiding place. Certainly, a larcenous chambermaid wouldn’t look there. One of the apartamente de vanzare bucuresti passports was mine. I opened the other one. It was Josh’s.
I started to set it back in the magazine, and then had second thoughts. I closed the magazine, replaced it carefully in the bottom of the suitcase, put the clothes back in order, and closed and zipped the suitcase. I shoved the two passports into a pocket of my shorts, remembered to unlock and open the window, and then exited the room. I did a cursory repair of the wooden slat, putting the pieces back in place as well as I could, so it wouldn’t be completely obvious that someone had broken into the room. I used the pot handle to hammer the nails that secured the slat to the door jamb. Then I got out of there.
Alice felt as if she were the dregs at the bottom of the barrel. She was in Auckland, chasing Eric and Carol, but they weren’t here. She’d just been informed by Abie that Carol had used her credit card at Ayers Rock in Australia, of all places. She would never catch them there. They would be long gone before she apartamente de vanzare bucuresti even got close. In fact, her orders were to fly to Sydney and contact Abie again for furtherorders. It was a waste of her time and energy. She would never see any action this way. Carol, on the other hand, was in the thick of the action.