White Death: An Alex Hawke Novella
“Outside the hotel, nearly invisible, snow-laden trolleys trundled along on the wide Bahnhoffstrasse, pausing periodically to collect huddled white clumps of passengers waiting patiently at the stations. The view from the windows of Hawke’s suite gave onto the city. The spires and many bridges over the river made the scene a wonder for him.
He took the elevator down and met Congreve in the lobby of their hotel. It was one of the oldest establishments in Zurich, built amid gardens at the edge of the lake, and quite the nicest hotel in town. Blinky had made a reservation for four at a restaurant called Der Kronenhalle.
Hawke looked at his watch, saw that it wasn’t yet six o’clock, and suggested they have a quick drink in the cozy hotel bar before adjourning to the restaurant.
“Quite an exciting and informative day,” Alex said after they’d ordered from the barman. They’d managed to snag the last two spots left at the heavily carved mahogany bar.
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