He was standing at the front of the hotel, leaning against the wall a few feet from the main doors. His focus was intent, watching the people come and go, more interested in those who were coming. He had the look of a man looking for someone he wasn't sure he would recognise, but certain he'd know her if he saw her.
As it happened, his gaze drifted to her as she approached,a nd he simply knew she was the one he was waiting for. he pushjed off the wall and started toward her. "You must be Kris," he said, and if she wasn't, he probably wouldn't seem too far off balance, given the general personality disorder that permeated Las Vegas.