The next morning, Amy had to kick Trisha out of bed to check out in time. We were in no hurry to catch our plane, so we went shopping before heading to Hugo's hotel. I let them go straight to his suite while I went to the front desk. I'd bought a nice envelope, and glued it closed with my letter to Brandon, in such a way that it would be evident if anybody opened it before him.
I waited patiently a couple of steps away from the guests, until one of the receptionists had a spare minute for me. I hadn't seen him before. Surely they had a different staff on weekends. He greeted me with a polite smile as to frame it and hang it on the wall behind him.
"I'd need to leave this for Mr. Price, please?" I said, handing him the closed envelope.
"Sure. Room number?"
Oops. "I'm sorry, I don't know it. The full name is Brandon Price."
