The guy followed, protesting, but his objections ceased as Cade showed him
his ID.
"Where's Frank?" asked Cade.
"Uh, downstairs, at dinner. Which group are you with?"
"I'm on John's B-team. We worked with the cops today. You guys got any
loaner laptops in here?"
"No, they're two doors down. See Mitchell or Gray."
"Will do. Thanks," said Cade, heading for the door.
Some twenty steps later he had to use his keycard on his door, which hadn't
been closed when he'd left the room. Letting himself in, he closed the door
securely and turned to see Mandi step from behind the hallway corner by the bed.
With a grin, Cade said, "Hi, there. You're as quick as ever. Should I send
out for more beer?"
Waving her half-full bottle, Mandi smiled and said, "Oh, not just yet, I
think. I didn't really come here to party. Thanks for running interference for
me."
Looking enlightened, Cade said, "I knew there was a name for that," and
handed her his phone. "Might as well call John and see what he has to say about
what happened."
Mandi put the phone on the desk and pulled the chair out to sit down, then
said, "In a little while.
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