I sat on the edge of the bed discouraged and frustrated. I flipped through the hotel’s guest services binder, but nothing connected. I decided if I was going to make it through this strange scavenger hunt, I needed help. I bundled up for the growing snowstorm, grabbed my shoulder bag, Alan’s clue, and left the room.
“Good evening, may I help you?” The concierge greeted me with a smile.
“This is going to sound strange, but I need your help figuring out a clue to a scavenger hunt.” I handed him Alan’s note. He looked at it. A smile crossed his face. “Do you know what it means?”
“Of course I do. I’ve lived in New York my entire life, but I can’t help you.”
“Why not?”
“Alan made me promise I wouldn’t.”
“You’re in on this.”
“Alan is a very special guy. He’s very resourceful when he wants something. Judging from what he has put together, I would say it’s you that he wants.”