Page 33 of Playing for Keeps
“I’m going to be sick,” Ingvar moaned.
“Not until you get into your room, you’re not,” Shaun replied.
The doors opened.
“Number?” Udo asked.
“What do you mean?” Ingvar replied.
“Your room number.”
“Oh…fuck knows.”
Udo searched Ingvar’s pockets. As luck would have it, he’d kept his keycard in the wallet the hotel had provided him.
“Room fourteen.”
They staggered down the corridor until they found the rightroom. Udo opened the door and they guided Ingvar to the bed where he fell down.
“Do we just leave him like that?” Shaun asked.
Udo sighed. “I’ll do the shoes. You do the tie.”
They set about securing Ingvar who was already snoring.
Udo grabbed the wastepaper basket and put it on the nightstand.
“Be sick in that,” he said. “I’ll check on you later.”
“How are you going to do that?”
Udo held up the wallet. “Two key cards.”
“Good thinking.”
They left Ingvar and returned slowly to the lift. Udo didn’t know if Steven had seen him but he had no appetite for an inquisition.
Now he found himself alone with Shaun, awkwardness seized him.
“You’re all right, you know,” Shaun said. “Helping Ingvar like that.”
This is turning out to be quite the evening.
“Thanks,” he replied. “Same for you.”
They stepped into the lift.
“You didn’t give me much choice,” Shaun said. “You’re stronger than you look, pretty boy.”
Udo grinned.
Once back into the foyer, Steven was waiting in a seated area. He stood when he saw Udo and Shaun coming out of the lift.
“I’ll let you handle this one,” Shaun said.
He walked back into the function room.
“What’s going on?” Steven asked as he approached Udo.
