He swapped apps and saw Addison’s text: here!He texted back W Pres Suite. Come up, then put his con call on hold long enough to let the front desk know she was expected. He took the call off hold and went back to his discussion of his negotiations with the Chinese and Mongolian demons. Not entirely on board, either faction. The Africans weren’t anywhere near the boat.He was in San Diego because after all this time and a couple of false alarms, there was confirmation that Infante had been seen in Los Angeles. Nikodemus wanted someone here. His flight from New Zealand landed at LAX three hours after his in-flight call from Nikodemus. He was closest, so here he was.Fifteen minutes after Addison’s text, he was deep into his call with Nikodemus and was startled by a knock on the door. Whoever it was registered so thoroughly vanilla that he decided it couldn’t be Addison. “A moment, please,” he said to the others. He put his muted cell in his pants pocket and headed out of the suite’s living room to the door.
