The quite English night is broken in one apartment bedroom as Alecto's phone buzzes to life with cold white light, an unknown number displayed on the backlit screen.
Oh, wonderful. She makes a note of the plate number in her phone but generally does her best to pretend she didn't see that. She has a mysterious legacy to pick up.
She'll go to up to the staff member in the reception area.
"Hi, I'm Alecto Collins" (she shows her passport.) "We talked on the phone?"
She's greeted by two professionally dressed individuals. As her passport is examined the young lady at the desk addresses Alecto" Yes, we have been expecting you, unfortunately both of our private rooms are currently occupied with other clients but if you are able to wait richard here can escort you down once one of the rooms is free" she motions to the man beside her then to a small waiting area " please take a seat, can I get you anything to drink?"