Mary went to speak to someone at the counter about meeting Gia while Rome and Ella hung back. He could see the lobby well from their position, and there were a few muscular men in suits milling around. One had a newspaper in his hands which seemed odd to Rome because not many people actually read those anymore, did they? Maybe Rome was just being paranoid.
A few minutes later, Mary headed back with a woman dressed in a hotel uniform black slacks, a black jacket, and a white button-down shirt. The brunette seemed nice enough, with a relaxed smile. Rome didn’t know exactly what Bart had told her--if she knew who she was helping, or if he’d just paid her off to help special guests get out the back door--but he was going to keep his mouth closed as much as possible.
Once she reached them, Gia said “Hello,” with a thick Italian accent. “Right this way.” She led them through a door marked “Staff Only.” Rome went last, carrying most of the bags.
