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"Where's his hotel? Near here, I hope."
"Yeah, Xris. Not far. But "
Xris brought up the computer map. "What's the name? I'll punch it in. Get the fastest route."
Harry looked even more unhappy. "Uh, that's just it, Xris. I can't remember the name of the hotel. But"--he perked up---"I do remember his room number. Ten-nineteen."
Xris removed the twist from his mouth. "You what?"
"I don't remember the name of the hotel, Xris," Harry said miserably. "I'm sorry. I'd had a few drinks. It just didn't register. But the room number. I know that."
"That's going to be a fucking big help. Do you know how many hotels there are in this bloody city?"
Xris didn't often swear. Harry's hands tightened on the wheel. He stared straight ahead. A muscle in his jaw twitched.
"I know about where it is, Xris," he said suddenly. "And I know what it looks like. It's a fancy building. I'll know it when I get there."
Xris drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly. "All right. I guess that'll have to do."
"I'm sorry, Xris. I didn't think it would be important."
"Just drive, Harry. Just drive."
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Harry recognized the hotel--the Grand Aurigan---easily. It was big and elegant. Valets swarmed around the front entrance, eager to relieve travel-weary guests of all their burdens, including their means of transportation.
"Valet parking, Xris," Harry said, slowing the van to a crawl about a block away from the hotel
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