At the front desk

Who: Ian and Open
Where: The Drake Hotel Lobby
When: late morning

Ian hated everything about this morning. He hated that Dolores called in sick which left him short an opener for the front desk and he was here having to actually be here, working a position well below him. He hated not having a puzzle to work on, that it had been too many days since he'd seen Amelia, and he'd yet to come up with a solid plan about what to do with Shoshannah's little pet.

Propping an elbow on the counter he rested his chin in his hand. He'd been at this for two hours now, the next person not due on for another two hours and he was past the point of not looking bored. Idly he flipped through the morning paper, which he'd already read through and done the crossword for. The main article about the police force being corrupt was interesting, but hardly worth reading a second time through. Instead he found himself making up his own little games with the names in the article, trying to find patterns that didn't exist.