Chapter 82
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Protectiveness flared fierce and bright as Daniel went limp against Clark. Flipping open the phone, Clark dialed information, and in moments, a courteous male voice said, “The Magnolia Hotel. How may we serve you?”
“This is Maxwell Clark,” he said, trying to keep his voice soft, though he knew Daniel would probably sleep like the dead.
“Yes, sir!” the clerk said. “We’ve been informed you might call.”
“Mr. Gray made arrangements, then?”
“Of a sort, sir,” the clerk replied. “You have a penthouse room at your disposal. But we’ve not been told if you need any specifics. Mr. Gray was in a bit of a rush.”
“I imagine so,” Clark said. “Yes, specifics.”
“Go ahead, please, sir. I’m ready.”
Clark grinned. “We’ll need access to the underground parking area. I’m with the hero of the hour. He’s exhausted, and the press are hounding us.”