“Well, buddy, I’ve got to leave you alone for a little while,” Angela said. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
He yawned and closed his eyes. Angela shook some food into his dish, filled up his water, and slipped out before he even noticed she was leaving.
Angela touched down in front of the Champion Hotel and stepped inside. The ornate lobby hadn’t changed a bit since her last visit, right down to the concierge with the bad hairpiece. He smiled as she approached.
“Welcome,” he said. “What can I do for you today?”
“I was wondering if you could buzz one of your guests for me,” she said. “He’s in 312.”
The concierge tapped a few keys on his computer, then frowned.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “The gentleman has asked not to be disturbed. But if you’d like to leave a message for him, I can see to it that he gets it.”
“That’s okay,” Angela said. “I’ll just try again some other time. Thanks anyway.”
The concierge nodded. Angela headed back outside. She looked up at the building and sighed.
“Why can’t they ever do this the easy way?” she muttered.
She took flight again, rising three stories. She found Eric’s window and knocked on the glass. A minute later, the curtains shifted, and a dark-haired man in his early thirties with an undercut and five o’clock shadow appeared in the gap. He opened the window an inch.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“The name’s Angela,” she replied. “But you’ll know me as Talon.”
He seemed confused for a moment, then he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Amir put you up to this, didn’t he?” Eric asked.
“He’s worried about you,” Angela replied. “He suggested that I pop in for a visit. So… can I? Come in, I mean. Or would you rather hang out like this?”