After driving about ten minutes, the Volkswagen went to a halt right at the entrance of the hotel where Joey was.
Rachel got out of the car and marched straight to the elevator. As she neared the entry, the elevator took its precious time opening with a soft tinkle. She looked up at the screen above and saw two sets of digits blinking on the screen-one was showing the first floor while the other the seventeenth floor.
Joey was staying on the seventeenth floor.
What a coincidence! Rachel thought, but she did not make a big deal out of it. She withdrew her gaze and walked into the elevator.
The doors of the elevator closed. With only milliseconds apart, so did the doors of the elevator on the seventeen floor.
Two minutes Later, Rachel tapped her earpiece and looked up at the door number in front of her.
Quintin, are you sure that Joe is in this room?
Of course. Im one hundred percent sure! Quintin placed the coke he was holding on the table. He was the one who paid for Joeys hotel room under the latters endless threatening. The room cost twenty thousand per night. Quintin had spent two hundred thousand dollars.
How could he forget about the room number of all things?
Rachel did not say anything more and rang the doorbell again. A couple of moments passed as she stared at the door. Still, no one came to open it or even shout from inside and tell her to buzz off at the very least.
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Not only Rachel, but also Quintin felt uneasy.
Boss, dont worry.
Maybe Joe is taking a shower. Or maybe hes not opening the door because hes being cautious.
However, the more he blabbered on, the less Quintin believed in his own words.
Rachel hit the doorbell one more time.
Another half a minute progressed, yet not even a single crack of
Joeys voice echoed from inside.
Even if Joey was indeed taking a shower, he should be able to hear the doorbell. No matter how cautious he was, Joey should at least have peeped through the peephole.
Boss, wait a minute. Ill look for his hotel rooms password. Joe gave it to me, so dont worry.
Quintin was also starting to worry, but he still comforted her. He quickly scrolled through the conversation he had with Joey. He remembered clearly that he had asked Joey to send him his rooms passcode last night, but he could not find the message now that he badly demanded it.
Dont bother. Rachels voice came through in the middle of Quintin
to look for the which had hidden itself in the struggle password, depths of the conversation. He stopped scrolling. Before he could ask about it, he heard the sound of the door unlocking.
Boss Saying he was astonished was an understatement.
How did you crack his password?
I hacked into the hotel management system, while you were still searching in your conversation, Rachel said as she pushed the door open.