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Her lower lip quivered briefly, and for an instant I saw beyond the tough mask to the forlorn and grieving woman. “It might be a little hard sometimes,” she said a bit hesitantly, as if afraid to admit it.
I hugged her again. “If it wasn’t, I’d be worried about you.”
“So instead you’ll squish me?”
“I’m squishing you with my love.”
“I’ll take it.”
Chapter 15
To my delight New York was almost exactly like in the movies. The city had the tall buildings, yellow taxis, the strange mix of people walking along the sidewalk, and food carts on the corners, even this early in the morning. It was chilly outside, but I cracked the window so I could get a sense of what everything sounded like and smelled like. Naomi gave an amused snort, and I gave her my I’m-a-tourist-so-get-over-it glare, but no one told me to close the window.
And the traffic. Holy shit, cars everywhere. Philip explained that we were arriving at the beginning of rush hour, but damn. Kyle drove with a lot more calm finesse then I would’ve in that kind of traffic. No way in hell was I getting behind the wheel in this city, that was for sure. Naomi pointed out some of the landmarks along the route—Empire State Building, the theater district, Central Park—but even I was too tired and cramped from the long drive to want to do a bunch of sightseeing. A real bed. Yeah, that was the tourist attraction I wanted to see.
After what seemed like an endless drive in bumper to bumper traffic, we finally turned onto a quieter street and pulled up in front of a hotel that most certainly wasn’t the flea bag rat trap that I’d half expected we’d be staying in. A fancy awning with brass trim overhung the sidewalk with The Fairbourne in elegant gold letters on the front. The building itself was grey stone with all sorts of carved columns and scrollwork and other cool stuff around the windows. And the entrance! I stared in utter delight at the brass and glass and marble. The broad entrance was flanked by two solid doors and in the center of it all stood an absolutely gorgeous revolving door. Brass everywhere, and all polished to a fierce gleam. I’d seen dozens of glass and chrome hotels on our way here, but this place oozed personality and charm and Yes, you want to stay here because I am so very much cooler than the others.
Kyle stopped the car and killed the engine as a young man in a dark green uniform hurried up. Following the lead of the others, I got out and grabbed my stuff as well as one of the coolers, and tried not to look too out of my depth as Kyle handed the keys to the young man. Another man in a dark green jacket and white gloves approached and offered to take our things. Kyle politely declined even as he slipped what I suspected to be cash into the man’s hand.
“The car will be okay here?” I murmured under my breath to Naomi.
She nodded. “I’ll have them put it in long-term parking,” she told me. “We won’t be using it again until we leave, most likely. There are disadvantages to driving in the city.”
“You mean that little bit about the drivers all being complete maniacs?” I asked as I followed her into the hotel—with only a slight delay. I had to make a second round in the big revolving door. When I caught up with the others, I tried really hard not to gape, or rather to gape without looking as if I was gaping, because holy shit this place was nice. Huge lobby with white marble floors bordered with gold-flecked black. A gigantic chandelier that sure looked like crystal and not plastic. Black leather sofas and chairs lined with burgundy velvet pillows. A fresh flower arrangement so big I didn’t think I’d be able to get my arms halfway around it—though I was tempted to try. And uniformed staff all bright and cheery.
“We’re staying here?” I whispered to her.
“That’s the plan,” she murmured back.
“And were going to pay for this how? What is this—some kind of five-star place or something?”
“Only four stars,” she said, and it was obvious she was trying not to laugh. I started to bristle until I realized I was totally playing the role of country bumpkin to a tee. I’d laugh at me too.
“I have money stashed in a dozen different accounts that nobody knows about but me,” she reassured me in a low voice. Her expression grew more serious. “It’ll be worth the expense to have a safe and comfortable place to stay while we plan our next steps.”
With that she went up to the front desk—a massive thing of polished dark wood—while I stayed back with Philip and Kyle and tried to look as nonchalant about the whole thing as the guys seemed to be. After a few minutes she returned with key cards that she handed out to each of us, and then we trooped off to the elevators.
“It’ll be a little crowded,” Naomi explained after we got off on our floor and headed to the room, “but I figured as long as it had two bedrooms we’d be okay. Kyle and me in one and Philip and Angel in the other.”
Wait, what? Philip and me? I started to gently prod for a clarification, but then Kyle opened the door to the room, effectively derailing my thoughts.
Following the others in, I could only stare like an idiot for several seconds before I recovered enough to put my things down and explore the suite. Swanky. Elegant. Two bedrooms—one with a king bed and one with a queen—a living room, dining area with table and chairs, a small kitchen, and two bathrooms, one with a tub big enough to swim in. Plus a terrace, complete with patio furniture. The place was half again as big as my whole damn house back home.
Philip transferred brains from the coolers to the fridge. Kyle hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and Naomi flopped onto the sofa.
I picked up a big book off the coffee table. New York: A Photographer’s Memoirs. “Aren’t they afraid someone will walk off with their stuff?” I asked. My vast hotel experience consisted of one night with Randy at Tucker Point’s Sleepytime Palace on our “anniversary.” Everything there was taped, nailed, or glued down.
Naomi answered with a laugh. She wasn’t laughing at me, but only because she thought I was joking.
Allrighty then. I set the book down again as Philip and Kyle joined us in the living room.
“Now what?” I asked.
Naomi glanced at the clock. “Nine thirty a.m. now. The guys are heading out to take care of business. Kyle and Philip will check the security channels, and I’m going to make some calls. Possible targets for later are Saberton Tower, my mother’s condo, or Andrew’s apartment.”
I sat on the couch, then had to control my groan of pleasure at how soft and comfy it was. “It’s Friday,” I said, “which means invading Saberton is out since it’ll be full of pesky employees.”
Naomi nodded. “Right, and unless we turn up something juicy in the next couple of hours, I think the easiest first step is Andrew’s apartment since my mother’s condo has pretty tight security. It’s not likely Andrew would be home in daytime hours, but I’ll see if I can get anything on his schedule.” She glanced around as if looking for confirmation.
