CHAPTER NINETEEN
DREW
I knock twenty minutes off the travel time by speeding, but I still feel like I’m too late. After driving through a clusterfuck amount of traffic in Union Square, I give the car keys to the valet and ask them to not move it just yet. I slip him a fifty and he nods his head in understanding. Once inside the hotel, I see the signs for the annual marketing conference and before I open the door to search the room a woman at the check-in table stops me.
“Sir, can I help you?” She’s smiling and has a list of attendees in front of her on a clipboard.
“Yes, actually I’m looking for my girlfriend. There’s a slight emergency and I need to get in touch with her. She’s with King Marketing. Her name is Courtney Bishop and she has blonde hair. Tall. Pretty. Was with a scrawny m
