We didn"t go far before we were slowing again. I opened my eyes, checked the buildings, high-rises, and rush of pedestrians around us. Traffic was busy, but moving steadily. People hurried home after a long day of work, some still wet, others dry and prim. A vendor pushed an empty cart slowly around the curb. I didn"t recognize where we were at first, then found we had gone to Arden West, to the Hilton Hotel.
We parked, and I followed Logan inside, carrying his laptop while he took care of my belongings. Again, he refused the help of an attendant and we got ourselves a room, under the name of Kevin Oliver. Even the credit card he used was under the alias. Or perhaps Logan Graham wasn"t his real name after all.
Who knew? I didn"t trust him, and he sure as hell didn"t trust me. Didn"t he e
