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She sat up and pushed hair off her face. Any other time, he would have paused to admire how adorable she looked, but he was hastily pulling on his clothes. “He’s gone,” he repeated. “Maybe it was just some poor underpaid cop sleeping through his shift. Get dressed. I’ll get coffee.”
He pulled on his jacket, then leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.
“Milk, no sugar,” she called after him.
None of the vending machines on the seventh floor dispensed coffee, so he took the main elevator down. It emptied him into the jam-packed lobby. Travelers initially held up by the fog had been further delayed by the successive bands of torrential rain.
People were sleeping on any surface they could stake claim to, some sitting with their backs to the wall, heads drooping. A young mother, looking frazzled and at wits’ end, was trying to shush her mewling infant.
The dawn was gray, and with almost an hour to go until sunrise, the lobby remained in semi-darkness, making it difficult for Rye to avoid the prone forms on the floor. He made it to the adjacent dining room without stepping on anyone. Kitchen staff were setting up the breakfast buffet. He was relieved to see that the coffee bar was already in service.
He was filling a disposable cup from an urn when a young man shuffled up beside him. Rye’s glance caught him in mid-yawn. His clothes were rumpled. He was unshaven and bleary-eyed. Which was why Rye was surprised when he perked up upon seeing him and said, “Mr. Dewitt, good morning.”
Rye now recognized him as the harried clerk who had checked him in yesterday. He hadn’t thought the young man would remember him. “Morning.” Not wanting to engage, Rye concentrated on filling a second cup from the dribbling spigot.
“Did your rifle turn up?”
Rifle? What was he talking about? Rye couldn’t fathom. But the guy had addressed him by Dash’s name, so he hadn’t mistaken him for someone else. Rye played along. “Uh, yeah.”
“Wasn’t stolen, then?”
“No, I’d left it. At my in-laws’ house.”
“Glad to hear it. We don’t like property to go missing off our parking lot.”
“No worry. All good.”
Rye, mind churning, moved aside to place lids over the two cups of coffee. The young man took his place at the urn. He said, “The policeman must’ve been relieved to hear that. These days, any lost weapon is cause for alarm.”
“Got that right.”
“I’m sure that’s why he didn’t want to wait for morning to talk to you. Gotta commend his diligence. What time was it last night when he went up to your room?”
“I don’t remember exactly.”
“Around one, one-thirty, wasn’t it?”
“In that neighborhood.”
The clerk’s unwitting revelations were starting to take the shape of a disturbing scenario. Rye carried on conversationally, so it wouldn’t sound like fishing. “Surprised me that he came up to the room unannounced.”
“Really? He said you were expecting him. He’d just forgotten your room number.” Looking worried now, the young man said, “I hope you weren’t already in bed.”
“No. I was up.” Rye gave him a quick grin and raised a coffee cup in each hand. “Getting cold. Have a good one.”
“You’re only booked for one night. Checking out today?”
“Immediately.”
This time, Rye didn’t carefully pick his way across the littered lobby. He walked quickly and with purpose, chucking the two cups of coffee into the trash can at the elevator. He and Brynn wouldn’t have time to drink them.
6:44 a.m.
The slamming door brought Brynn running from the bathroom. She took one look at Rye and asked, “What?”
“You ready?”
“Boots.”
