I lean against the worktop, thinking about how much time he would've had since yesterday afternoon and this morning. I’m so confused. There’s no way he did it this morning, because he hasn’t left the suite. And he couldn’t have done it yesterday, because I was with him in the afternoon. There’s no mistaking the fact he’s ransacked my bag for my makeup and current packet of pills at some point, but my toiletries and prescription? They were all at home at Nancy's...

And it all starts to make sense now.

It explains the way she was with Tony last night. She’d already met him after he was obviously ordered...