"I need to relax," he thought and dialed Yesenia's number.
– Hey! How Mom?
–It's okay, she's sleeping. How are you?
– Good! Can I invite you to a restaurant?
–Great idea!
– Come on, tell me in which restaurant we will spend this evening?
–Okay, wait.
Solomon even closed his eyes in anticipation of an early meeting with Yesenia. He really liked the girl. And this was despite the warnings expressed in the morning by Mr. Spencer.
"She is not capable of evil; my intuition does not deceive me," Solomon thought.
He received a message from Yesenia:
"Restaurant Sherlock Holmes. See you in an hour. "
And then there was the address.
It was already late in the evening, when Solomon left the hotel.
–Is everything all right, sir? – Mr. Spencer asked.
–More than right, – Solomon answered enthusiastically and getting into a taxi.
The clock in the hotel lobby showed noon as Spencer and security personnel stood at Solomon's door.
"Dont disturb," read the sign on the handle.
–Why isn't he answering calls? Strange. Bring the keys.
In Solomon's room, Spencer began to look around carefully. An open bed, a Jacuzzi filled with water, 2 glasses on the bedside table.
–It looks like he wasn't alone, -Spencer said, – of course! I do remember. There was a lady with a hood thrown over her head. Let's go to the monitor room! Don't touch anything here.
The guards started playing the video recordings from the previous night.
– Stop! Here it is! He leaves the room and goes down the stairs. Goes down to the basement.
–Sir, someone is leading him. Look, he has a cell phone in his hand with the screen on.
Indeed, Solomon was walking, holding a mobile phone in front of him and carefully following the image on the screen.
–Went into the basement, going to the underground sewer. He entered freely into the collector. How could this door was unlocked?
–There are more questions than answers so far. The underground collector is already out of our area of expertise. Call Scotland Yard immediately.
Half an hour later, Inspector Johnson was carefully examining Solomon's room. His assistant took fingerprints from the glasses and immediately checked them in the database.
–I'm more interested in, what your client's guest looked like? – asked the detective – let's go, Spencer, let's try to see her face.
They went down to Spencer's office.
–Here she comes with him to the hotel. Her head is covered with a hood. And now she leaves the hotel but alone. And again, the faces can not be seen even with high magnification. The lady is deliberately hiding. I wonder where he got her from? After all, he didn’t pick up it off the street, did he? You said he was a medical scientist, didn't you?
