Chapter 10
Zachary followed the kilted man into his hotel room. It was clean and tidy, dominated by a king size bed and east-facing windows with elaborate draping and curtains pulled aside to reveal the skyline of San Francisco's Financial District. The windows were raised a few inches, ushering in cool breezes that gushed into the room and swirled against the ceiling and walls. The top of the writing desk under the mirror haphazardly held a tourist map, phone charger, loose pile of coins, and identification badge.
"Gargoyle or grotesque?" Zachary asked, gesturing toward the decorative stone creature perched outside on the hotel's facade, just above the window.
"Are you speaking in code?" the kilted man laughed. "Having second thoughts?"
"No, one is a water spout and the other is a
