“I will go meet him,” I said.

I drove to the Crown Plaza Hotel and pulled my sedan into the guest parking deck at four o’clock.

The lower concrete level was mostly empty and smelled of damp cement and old motor oil.

I parked near the service elevators and heard a loud voice echoing off the concrete pillars.

Douglas Kingsley was standing twenty feet away, partly hidden behind a silver luxury sedan.

He was pacing back and forth with a cell phone pressed hard against his ear.