He confirms, and finally, finally, they're coming up on the Sheraton. He glances in the rearview again, and sees that the Civic has closed some of the distance between them. Shit.

Without signaling, again, he merges into the right lane, then waits until the last second to turn into the Sheraton driveway. Once he's in, he floors it and maneuvers the car into the back parking lot.

"Grab only what's essential," he says briskly, once he's turned off the car, reaching into the backseat and grabbing his laptop bag. "We need to get going."