“They’ll try to come up here,” Denise said.

“Families always try to get around the desk when they know they’re in trouble.”

I watched the glowing numbers change over the door.

“My father just wants everything to stay quiet,” I said.

“They don’t get to stay quiet anymore,” Denise said.

The doors opened onto the main lobby.

It was wide and bright and full of people drinking coffee and waiting in rows of padded chairs.

The security desk sat just inside the sliding glass doors at the main entrance.