John abandoned the bar without a goodbye to Susan and Antoine, striding through the lobby to the penthouse lift just slow enough not to be considered a run. He nodded at the security personnel chilling in front of it and was whisked upstairs. He knocked on the door. He had a keycard but he didn’t like to use it unless it was an emergency. Was this considered an emergency? Fuck it then. He scanned the card and peeked into the suite.