He had less than an hour to get to the first of four writer's conferences
listed in the program guide -- a discussion about 'Women of Science Fiction' --
and he wanted to stop in the dealer's room on the way.
Chapter Four
The door to room 422 opened as Mandi neared it and a tall guy in jeans,
cowboy boots, and a green Army field jacket stepped out. He pulled the door shut
with a glance in her direction that turned into a rather long look, then he
hefted his black backpack and followed her toward the elevators.
He had to be close to fifty; Mandi wondered which team he was with, and in
what capacity. All the rooms from 420 to 430 had been reserved as a block to
centralize personnel, so he had to be some kind of a cop or fed. Or a liaison?
Pressing the 'down' button, she heard -- no, she 'felt' -- the man come to
stand quietly a few feet behind her. Very quietly, she added after a few
moments. Almost unnaturally quietly.
There was no rubbing of fabric or scuffing of his boots on the carpet. No
shifting of his backpack or even the soft creak of old boot leather as weight
shifted from one leg to the other.
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