Bearing the weight of unimaginable shame, a ray of enlightenment suddenly hits Roland's overworked brain.
While there's a lot to criticize in Nona's words, the overly attentive service of the hotel too...
Highly suspicious points emerge from these complaints.
It's impossible for Nona to know all of this; In such a large, unfamiliar city, finding out where Roland and his companions are staying, where the Ritz Hotel is, and even accurately stating Roland's room number, it's impossible. Nona and her tank-loving girlfriends could not have gathered such detailed information on their own.
If someone was deliberately leaking information for the fun of it…
"Nona, how did you get here? How did you know I'm here?"
He managed to ask with a forced smile, but Roland had already had a hint of the answer in his heart.
