Blair arrived at the hotel at 5 am. Locking the door of the wreck Lowe borrowed from one of the constables at the precinct he straightened his jacket and started towards the front door of the hotel. It was still rather dark, but he was already wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses and a suit, like the ones worn by the clerks at the check-in desk.
The hotel suite was quiet when Wilken opened the door for him.
“Everyone sleeping?”
“Yes. I told Storm to grab some shut-eye as well, I had a nap this afternoon.”
“Good, I need you guys to be bushy tailed and bright eyed for the remainder of the day. I brought Mr. Warner’s bag; I am sure he’ll be glad for a change of clothes when he wakes up. Now I have the unenviable task of waking Miss Bruckner, hopefully a change of clothing at the precinct
