There’s a ding, and the doors slide apart. It’s late now, around 11 at night, and the corridors are completely empty. Still, I move slowly down the hallway to avoid any other guests or members of the author’s entourage.
I reach the room, and put my ear to the door. I hear the TV, running water, maybe a hair dryer? I’m taking a risk, but I’m pretty sure that she’s rooming alone, especially since the girl at the front desk didn’t ask about a boyfriend or a husband just letting me back into the room.
I slide the keycard into the lock.