Isabelle checked into the hotel just after nine. The room was too big too polished and too quiet for her to sit in alone so she went down to the rooftop bar. She didn’t dress for anyone or at least that’s what she told herself when she slipped into the short black dress that hugged her body and heels that made her legs look longer.

The bar was busy but calm soft music playing while people drank expensive cocktails. Isabelle sat at the counter ordered champagne and tried not to look like ...