Re: Chapter 1.1: The Chelsea Hotel
Meanwhile, downstairs...
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Annabel paused to catch her breath. She really should have taken off her coat, now she was a bit hot. No time for that now though, opening the door, she entered the lobby and headed for the front desk all in a tittle.
"Excuse me," She said breathless. "Excuse me,..... I...I need help...... Room 410, someone in the room is attacking my friends... I think Mr. Elias might be hurt.... Please come quickly and call the police."
"Hello," the young man said uncertainly. "The police are on their way, and I've called an ambulance. They were called at the sound of the first gunshot...I don't know what I would be able to do for you if I came up myself." A scrawny young man, he looked to be a few years younger than Annabel and he did not even begin to evoke the image of a fighting man.
Annabel looked at the young man, frustration in her voice. "Isn't there anyone that can help, a hotel detective perhaps, maybe others? Oh I do hope they're ok. Do you think they'll be here soon, the police that is;" she added for clarity. She paced about, not sure what to do.
"The house dick left a half hour ago to go home - came down with something awful. Stomach pains and all that," he said, sounding helpless. "Don't worry ma'am, the police will help. They'll be here in a few minutes Why didn't your friends come down here with you?"
"Oh just great;" Annabel said feeling useless. She had hoped she would be able to get help for her companions, but all her efforts seemed to be for naught.
At the clerk's question, Annabel turned to him. "I believe they were defending themselves from the people in the room, whoever they were;" she said in a matter of fact voice. "I ran down here hoping I could get help for them, but my efforts seem to be getting blocked at every turn, Oh where are they, the roads aren't that bad."
The young man looks at Annabel like she is bereft of sense and reason. "The roads are actually in a very bad condition, but I don't think that's why they aren't here. I think they're not here yet because I called them just one minute ago. What's your name, ma'am?"
Annabel gave the man an incredulous look as of saying, 'well how as I supposed to know that,' but remembered her manners, straightened, and changed it to a more ladylike indifference.
"Miss Annabel Ashcroft," she said to the man. "And i had no trouble getting here, so I'm sure they probably won't either." She looked at her watch to see how much time had passed since she had left. She wondered how they were doing up there. There were no sounds as far as she could hear. Was it over?
The seconds that the clock in the lobby counted seemed interminable, though eventually they grew into minutes as Annabel and the clerk waited in silence. Eventually, the sounds of police sirens could be heard in the distance, eventually growing closer and closer until at long last a group of men walked into the lobby.