“My sons are in the finals today,” Claire said.

“We almost didn’t make it here because someone pretended to be me to cancel my room.”

The clerk dropped a blue badge into the tray.

It landed with a loud plastic clack.

He finally looked up and saw her face.

He turned without a word and walked into the small glass office behind the counter.

Claire waited.

She watched an event security guard in a yellow jacket walk past the main entrance doors.