First to Die

Chapter48

politely nodded for the next person in line. "Welcome to the Lakefront Hilton, sir." Phillip Campbell stepped up to the counter. He noticed her name, Kaylin. Bright-eyed, bushy-bushed Kaylin. He smiled back. Flirted subtly. He handed her a confirmation slip. "First time with us, Mr. Campbell?" the desk clerk asked in a high-pitched chirp. He smiled, let her know that it was. As she punched in his reservation, he followed her movements, thoughtfully stroking the rough hairs of his beard. He wanted her to notice. To remember his face. Maybe something he said. One day, when some diligent FBI agent came by with a drawing or photograph, he wanted this chirpy little squirrel to think back and recall this moment in a close and chilling way. He wanted her to remember everything. As he had with the saleswoman in the Bridal Boutique at Saks. "Here for a visit to the museum, Mr. Campbell?" Kaylin asked, as she typed. "For the Voskuhl wedding," he volunteered. "Everyone's saying that." She smiled. He followed the click of her peach-colored nails against the keys as she typed. "I've got you a deluxe room with a beautiful view," she said, handing him a key. She smiled. "Enjoy the wedding. And have a nice stay." "I will," Campbell said pleasantly. Before he turned away, he caught her eye and said, "Speaking of weddings- I like your ring." Upstairs, he pulled the curtains aside and, as promised, before him was a sweeping view. Of Cleveland, Ohio.