No such thing happened - not while they were there.  If Johnson was trying something, it wasn't here.  Bellevue was a high-income zone.  Lone Star everywhere and plenty of cameras.  Long as the two of them played it cool, they would be alright.  Going into the address provided, it was the lobby of a nice-looking hotel.  They handed the bag to the clerk, who gave them a little bag in return.<br/><br/>"Let's get out of here.  We stick out like a troll at a dwarf party."