The hotel was quiet, as if the staff had cleared out all bystanders so that he could do his job. Anatole sneaked into a long hallway. This was the third hotel he had searched. There were many in Nuuk, but only a handful would accommodate customers that had anything to do with the paranormal world.
He’d checked the guest list and was sure the two staying in the executive suite were those Nikki had mentioned. He sauntered up to the door and knocked. A man in his late twenties answered. He was much too young to be a hunter. And too earthly to be a paranormal creature. Anatole doubted his previous speculation. They may just be genuine curious tourists.
“Yes, can I help you?” the young man said with a strong South African accent.
Anatole was much taller than the man, and he peeked inside the
