moments later. “She goes under the name of Victoria Castle and she’s in room 202.”
Dimitris and Stavros rushed to the lift as if they didn’t have a moment to lose. However, when they got to the room and knocked a few times, nobody came to the door. Dimitris sent Stavros down to the desk to get someone to come up with a key. The clerk didn’t think he was allowed to do this, so the assistant manager was called and eventually, when threatened with the Australian police, he brought a key upstairs.
Entering the room, Dimitris was surprised at how tidy it was. Joanna had everything in her suitcase and all her toiletries were in her wash bag as if she were ready to make a quick getaway.
“I suppose we shouldn’t be too surprised at that, should we?” Dimitris asked Stavros.
He shook his head, too tired to say anything.
The assistant manager of the hotel had followed them in, looking very concerned.
“This is all very irregular.”
“We wanted to check that the woman wasn’t in here. She could have been refusing to open her door,” Dimitris said, frustrated at the man’s attitude. "You have been told that she’s wanted for kidnapping and possible murder, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but I’d be happier if our own police force were here.”
“Feel free to call them,” Dimitris snapped, his tiredness getting the better of him. “We’ve just come from them and we do have their authorization to be here”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary at the moment,” the assistant manager backed down. "Well, Mrs. Castle, or Neonakis as you call her,” he continued, now trying to be helpful, “did sign for breakfast in the restaurant this morning. It was late as well, about ten forty-five.”
“Has she given her own key in?” Dimitris asked.
“No,” the desk clerk answered very quickly. “I checked before I came up.”
“Damn” Dimitris said, “It could mean she saw us and did a runner.”
“What about her stuff?”
Dimitris went and looked in her case. There was nothing in it but clothes. They searched the rest of the room, but there wasn’t anything of importance there.
“Damn,” Dimitris said again. “She might come back for her clothes, but she obviously carries any paperwork, like her passport or passports with her. I’m sure she’s got a few of those. We need to get the Australian police to circulate her photo to all airports and ports to make sure she doesn’t escape. I can’t believe she’s given us the slip once again.
* * *
Joanna Neonakis walked into the Duxton Hotel. It wasn’t far from the Hyatt, but she wondered if this might be an advantage. Dimitris Kastrinakis would probably search all the hotels in Perth, but perhaps he might think that she wouldn’t have gone somewhere so close.
She headed straight for the rest room. They were very plush and she was impressed, but all she was really interested in was deciding what character she was going to play next. Joanna found it exciting being different people and this time was no exception. She thrived on the chase and her adrenalin was already pumping, but as of yet, she hadn’t thought about Charles.
Joanna always carried a large handbag with her in case she had to make a quick exit from a precarious situation. In it she carried everything she needed for such a getaway; fake passports, credit cards in her different names and even hair colors. She had three choices; one was blonde, another black and the final one, a light brown. .
Joanna didn’t have to think for long. She had to become a blonde this time as it made her look the least like herself. However, for now she had to get past reception without them knowing she had auburn hair. Joanna opened her handbag and pulled out a scarf. She tied back her hair and rolled it into a bun, sweeping every bit of it off her face. Then she put the scarf on, tying it up at the back so she didn’t look too much like an elderly woman. She retouched her make-up, sorted out
Dimitris and Stavros rushed to the lift as if they didn’t have a moment to lose. However, when they got to the room and knocked a few times, nobody came to the door. Dimitris sent Stavros down to the desk to get someone to come up with a key. The clerk didn’t think he was allowed to do this, so the assistant manager was called and eventually, when threatened with the Australian police, he brought a key upstairs.
Entering the room, Dimitris was surprised at how tidy it was. Joanna had everything in her suitcase and all her toiletries were in her wash bag as if she were ready to make a quick getaway.
“I suppose we shouldn’t be too surprised at that, should we?” Dimitris asked Stavros.
He shook his head, too tired to say anything.
The assistant manager of the hotel had followed them in, looking very concerned.
“This is all very irregular.”
“We wanted to check that the woman wasn’t in here. She could have been refusing to open her door,” Dimitris said, frustrated at the man’s attitude. "You have been told that she’s wanted for kidnapping and possible murder, haven’t you?”
“Yes, but I’d be happier if our own police force were here.”
“Feel free to call them,” Dimitris snapped, his tiredness getting the better of him. “We’ve just come from them and we do have their authorization to be here”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary at the moment,” the assistant manager backed down. "Well, Mrs. Castle, or Neonakis as you call her,” he continued, now trying to be helpful, “did sign for breakfast in the restaurant this morning. It was late as well, about ten forty-five.”
“Has she given her own key in?” Dimitris asked.
“No,” the desk clerk answered very quickly. “I checked before I came up.”
“Damn” Dimitris said, “It could mean she saw us and did a runner.”
“What about her stuff?”
Dimitris went and looked in her case. There was nothing in it but clothes. They searched the rest of the room, but there wasn’t anything of importance there.
“Damn,” Dimitris said again. “She might come back for her clothes, but she obviously carries any paperwork, like her passport or passports with her. I’m sure she’s got a few of those. We need to get the Australian police to circulate her photo to all airports and ports to make sure she doesn’t escape. I can’t believe she’s given us the slip once again.
* * *
Joanna Neonakis walked into the Duxton Hotel. It wasn’t far from the Hyatt, but she wondered if this might be an advantage. Dimitris Kastrinakis would probably search all the hotels in Perth, but perhaps he might think that she wouldn’t have gone somewhere so close.
She headed straight for the rest room. They were very plush and she was impressed, but all she was really interested in was deciding what character she was going to play next. Joanna found it exciting being different people and this time was no exception. She thrived on the chase and her adrenalin was already pumping, but as of yet, she hadn’t thought about Charles.
Joanna always carried a large handbag with her in case she had to make a quick exit from a precarious situation. In it she carried everything she needed for such a getaway; fake passports, credit cards in her different names and even hair colors. She had three choices; one was blonde, another black and the final one, a light brown. .
Joanna didn’t have to think for long. She had to become a blonde this time as it made her look the least like herself. However, for now she had to get past reception without them knowing she had auburn hair. Joanna opened her handbag and pulled out a scarf. She tied back her hair and rolled it into a bun, sweeping every bit of it off her face. Then she put the scarf on, tying it up at the back so she didn’t look too much like an elderly woman. She retouched her make-up, sorted out
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