In the corner of the lobby, hiding around the edge of a wall, was Adamo waiting patiently, propped against it with a cell phone to his ear. There was a sign to the left of him, indicating the stairs were just past him. The small hall offered privacy, and no high class person was going to use the stairs, anyway; not when there was a convenient elevator at the press of a button. He looked up when there was the slightest shift in the corner of his eye, and motioned Vico when he saw him.