<em><strong>"I was told he was reported by a Kinfolk.  Presumably, that might mean Richard, or it might be someone else; I didn't exactly see a good opportunity to question him."</strong></em><br/><br/>Kyle was leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest and his mouth twisted in a look of irritated thoughtfulness.  Not at the pack, so much as the circumstances.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Good job on keeping the manager from suspecting much, by the way.  Frankly, though, I didn't catch sight of anything too weird.  Manager's a dick, but this is Vegas, anyone who isn't taking your money is gonna be a dick.  I think we need to get ahold of Richard.  I've met him a couple of times; he's all right."</em></strong><br/><br/>His eyes flicked to the pack, then he thought for a moment.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Assuming his boss didn't fuck him over, Richard shouldn't be hard to get ahold of.  I wish I could've followed him into the boss's office but last thing we need is getting thrown out."</em></strong><br/><br/>He gave a shrug.  Glanced down at Cheryl, who wasn't entirely willing to look at him, and cocked an eyebrow, but turned back to Lacey.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I've met him a couple of times, I could go see if I can find him, if you want, get whatever he can tell us.  If he's on the desk it might be rough to get him up to the room, though.  And lobbies ain't great places for private conversation.  I just don't wanna fuck the guy over.  Losing him his job ain't really necessary, yeah?  But it shouldn't be too hard to get a name or a general direction to start out of him."</em></strong>