It was five to eight - he had been quite clear about the fact that she was to knock on his door at exactly eight o’clock, so there she was, waiting in the hall outside his apartment and checking the time constantly, nervously watching the minutes tick by. She hoped that none of his neighbors would find her there, hesitating outside his door in black Christian Louboutin heels and a black Prada trenchcoat. As instructed she...