The King of Macau (The Jack Shepherd International Crime Novels)
“As soon as he was upstairs, Freddy took a shower and ordered a club sandwich from room service. It had been a long, rotten day and he was dirty and hungry and tired.
The bag he kept in the back of the Toyota with his emergency supplies had a few extra clothes in it for those nights he didn’t make it back to wherever he might be sleeping right then. Fishing around in it, he came up with a fresh black polo shirt and a pair of black cotton pants. He wore black a lot. Someone once told him black made people look thinner and, since he really didn’t care that much what color he was wearing anyway, he wore mostly black, on the off chance it really did make him look thinner.
The shower made him feel good and the club sandwich and the two beers made him feel even better. He pushed the room service trolley into a corner, picked up what was left of his second beer, and walked over the big floor-to-ceiling windows that formed one wall of the suite’s living room.
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