INT. - THE MELTON HOTEL - EARLY EVENING

The Melton Hotel was probably the last place Gerri should have been with Agent Foster, considering the mood she was in. She let him take the lead, heading directly for the elevators past the long, black marble desk and smiling staff. She felt rather out of place despite her dress jacket, jeans and boots a contrast to Foster's smart, black suit. Still, she knew how to hold her own when one or more of the desk attendants raised an eyebrow. ...