CHAPTER 13: IT'S NOT BUSINESS, ITS PERSONAL!
After another hour or so on the road after his stop for lunch Logan hit the outskirts of New York City. It was very busy at that time of day and he was getting a little tired. So he thought he would hit Vic's favorite bar first. He walked in and sniffed around. Not a nose tickling bit of Vic was in that place. He walked back out without getting a beer. He really didn't want one at the moment and he had other special places to hit.
The afternoon wore on and there wasn't a sign of Victor anywhere in the city....yet. It was getting late and the past few days were starting to catch up with him. His healing factor had to work hard to keep him alert. Logan had a storage area here in New York City and he went to the offices and paid for another five years. He went to his storage unit and opened it up. He walked in and turned on the light. Everything was were he left it. The security in that facility was very good. Logan had kept quite a few things of personal value over the years and some of it was quite valuable monetary. But to him the personal value was beyond price.
He went over to a wood wardrobe and opened it up. 'Might as well get some changes of clothes. Hmmm, some of these were a bit out of date. Oh, well. If I wait long enough they'd be in style again.' Logan muttered.
He opened a chest that had a great many photos in it. They were incased in protective plastic. He removed some of the recent photos in his wallet into the plastic holder. Then he packed the clothes that he had chosen to take with him into an overnight bag. He had several of them, just in case. Speaking of just in case, he opened a mini safe that was on the floor and reached in and brought out a fist full of cash. He closed and locked the safe. Gathering up the things he wanted he put the bike inside. He left and locked the door of the storage unit. Scott's bike should be safer in there then out in the streets. The hotel that he usually stayed in while in New York was only a short walk away.
Logan walked the sidewalk confidently. He never cared much for the big cities, but he could tolerate them for awhile. He was a country boy at heart and always had been. Monica however was a city girl and relished the trips into the massive city. Whether doing a medical conference or just shopping she loved it, and Logan indulged her. They hadn't lived in New York City, but in a rather smaller version of it just a hundred or so miles away; a harbor town, where he raised his kids. He avoided it now since he hadn't aged a day. Most of his friends, and fellow businessmen would have aged about 20 years or so, while he stayed the same.
He entered the hotel and went to the check-in desk. He was recognized by the older clerk.
"Oh, would you like your usual room, sir? It is available at the moment." He said politely to Logan.
"Yes, thank you, Michael that would be fine." Logan signed in using the name that Michael knew him as. Logan took out some of the money he had gotten and paid for the room in cash. The clerk in training widened his eyes. That he had not seen yet, people paying in cash up front. "I'll only be staying for the evening, Michael. Just passing thru on personal business, I won't be staying any longer than that."
"Very good sir. Would you like your usual dinner sent up to you; or will you come down
to the Crystal Room for it?" The older clerk asked politely.
"To my room, Michael, I'll be sleeping in tonight." Logan said, stifling a yawn.
"As you wish, I'll have it sent straight away." Michael said handing Logan a key. "Good night sir."
"Goodnight Michael." Logan said and walks into the elevator giving Michael a friendly nod and smile.
"Sir, have you known him long?" Asked the clerk in training.
"Since I was your age, Pierson. You've seen that commercial with Dick Clark in it. Where the doorman keeps getting older and Dick Clark stays the same, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir." The clerk in training smiled, remembering.
"He just might be a relative; he too never age, or seems not to age. Either way, he does pay well, and never causes any trouble." He raised his eyebrow at the clerk in training. "I believe you need to answer the phone." Pierson simply pounced on the phone.
Logan reached his room and unlocked the door. The room was the same as always. The scent of the former occupants the aroma of cleaning supplies and that mint candy that they always left on the pillow.