I turned on my heel and walked down the corridor to Room 104. I walked slowly and with assurance. My heart started to pick up the pace. This was for real. This was it. No turning back. I couldn't look at the even numbers. I walked past Room 101, Room 103, Room 105 and then, opposite from it, was Room 104. A wooden hotel door separated me from �86,000. All I had to do was walk in, pick it up off the bed and walk out. With shaking, gloved hands, I took the key from my handbag. I wondered if the key would fit, if it would turn. A bald-headed man in a suit lumbered past, He smiled at me, then a couple came past. They wished me a good evening...