The hotel was one of those boutique places in Manhattan with a discreet entrance, exactly the kind of place you went when you needed privacy and were willing to pay for it. It wasn't huge and flashy but small and elegant.

Nate checked them in with cash, using a name that wasn't his. She was guessing he wanted to hide where they were. Not surprising once the media got hold of what happened. The clerk didn't blink. Just handed over the key cards and gestured toward the elevator.

"How much cash ...