Rick frowned at the email address. "Hey, do me a favor? Text that to me too? Or email me - rick dot rogers at paranormal files - all one word - dot com. And I'm heading out now." She'd hear a door close as he exited into the hallway and headed for the elevators. "Tall, dark, and handsome for me. Leather jacket, navy pullover, blue jeans. I'm sure we'll find each other pretty easily. Okay, I'm at the elevator, so probably no more signal. I'll catch you soon." He'd pause long enough for her to have a last say, then hung up and slipped the phone into his pocket as the elevator doors slid open. He'd head straight for his rental car - red and sporty just like his own - and then to the other hotel. Once in the driver's seat, his phone came back out to serve as a GPS to get him there expediently.