“Look,” Shane said to the floor, “that was...we can just pretend that never happened, okay?” “Is that what you want?” Shane’s answer should have been a lot faster. “Yeah. I mean...yeah. Of course.” Rozanov stood and crossed the floor until he stood right in front of Shane. “You are a bad liar.” Shane scowled at him. “What is your room number?” Rozanov asked. “Fourteen ten,” Shane said, far too quickly. Rozanov’s mouth twitched up. “If I knock on door of room 1410 tonight...maybe around nine?” Shane fought to keep his voice even. “I might open the door.” Rozanov smiled. “I might knock.”
