The muffled, heavy thud of the solid mahogany door closing behind them sounded like a tomb slamming shut.The lock engaged with a sharp, mechanical click that echoed through the quiet space of Suite 408.Arthur Sterling turned the heavy brass latch with a slow, deliberate twist of his wrist, sliding the deadbolt into place. A grotesque, victorious grin stretched across his heavy, jowly face. The suite was dimly lit by a single amber lamp on the bedside table, casting long, sinister shadows across the plush cream carpets, the velvet drapery, and the massive king-sized bed dominating the center of the room."There we go, my dear," Sterling rasped softly, his small, yellowed eyes gleaming with a sickeningly eager, predatory heat. "Nice and quiet. Away from all those noisy investors."
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