Now, five hours later, Michaelson sat up on the bed. He was fully clothed in his midnight blue pinstriped Zoe suit. On his desk, his briefcase was packed and ready. He told the lights to come on, then walked to the wet bar in the living room and poured himself a tall glass of ice water. The cold, clean liquid was the best water Claudio could find. Very expensive in this part of the world. But worth every drop.