Chapter 2
“Hey, Dylan.”
Dylan spun and looked up into the eyes of the Hawaiian giant. “Hey, Kimo. Sorry, I was taking in the style of this place and didn’t realize it was you behind me.” He stopped and fumbled for his wallet.
The mid-sized, portly desk clerk in his sixties sported a full head of salt and pepper hair. Diamond post earrings and a leather bracelet seemed out of place on him. Maybe he’s an old hippie. His nametag read, ‘Noah.’
The clerk flashed a smile and stood with his palms on the counter. His baritone voice filled the room. “Good afternoon. It’s okay, you fellas are welcome here.”
Dylan wondered but let the comment pass as he found his wallet.
The clerk’s eyes passed over both travelers. “May I get some ID from one of you?”
Kimo offered his along with a credit card.
