Jayde didn't respond to the text, knowing that Harlan would show up regardless. Only if he intended to change their usual plan would he find the message worth its effort. Ten minutes later, he reached the hotel that reached up toward the sky, a populous building alone in a cluster of empty ones. The neighborhoods of Detroit flowed almost seamlessly from luxury to abandoned and then ones like this that existed somewhere in between. It wasn't bad though, just a more sharp than ever contrast in his mind. After checking to a room, he texted the number to Harlan and dropped onto the bed, both hands clenched under his chin as he waited. He knew he did something rash now, but it was too late to take it back. He wanted to meet with Harlan even if his two lives got mixed up.