After making the deal with Volkov, Noah steered the Lykan toward the city center. The Russian scientist remained silent, still processing the revelations of the last half hour.
The Crown Veridian Hotel rose before them, sixty stories of gleaming glass and modern architecture dominating the skyline. Noah pulled up to the entrance, where a valet immediately stepped forward.
"Mr. Noah!" The young man beamed, hands clasped behind his back. "Welcome back, sir!"
Volkov glanced at Noah. Not surprising that someone with his wealth would be a regular at the city's finest hotel.
Noah handed the keys to the valet. "Take good care of her, James."
"Always do, sir!"
Noah gestured for Volkov to follow him through the grand entrance. The lobby stretched out before them – all marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and tasteful modern art.
Heads turned as they passed. Noah moved with the easy confidence of someone completely at home.
