One thing Marcelo had picked up as a costumed vigilante on New York's streets was an occasional sense that someone was watching him. Usually people were staring at the man dressed like a giant bat. It caught his attention more when he felt he was being watched as a business man.

Marcelo slowed down on his way to the door. He stopped before he could reach for the handle. A turn on his heel let him more easily see the dark-haired man watching him.

He raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out if he had run across this man before.