When Billy entered the lobby, a couple of sour looking characters were on their way out. He didn't recognize either one of them…or the biker coming through the door. Not that he should or that it mattered—he was looking for a woman. His contact was notorious for always using women as his couriers.

No one was at the front desk. He glanced past it into the bar—noticed a couple of men who seemed to have more than a passing interest in the men who were leaving and a woman who seemed just as interested in them. He decided to go in for a drink and do a little reconnaissance.