“Help with your bag, sir?” one of the attendants asked.
“No, thank you, I’m good.” Hayden settled in one of the chairs and took out his phone, sending a text to Neal that read, I’m here.
There was a return text immediately. Got hung up at the office but should be there within the hour. Tell the desk you’re there and they’ll show you to our suite.
Hayden collected his things and went to the guest check-in. “Hello, I’m Hayden Owens, a guest of Neal Kirchner.”
The woman behind the desk smiled and spent a minute consulting her computer. “Ah, yes there you are.” She slid a keycard across the desktop. “Do you need help with your bags?”
“No thank you,” Hayden said softly.
The woman pointed to the left. “That elevator will take you to the ninth floor.”
Hayden nodded his thanks and made his
