No answer
April trembled like a child. They arrived on Central at dusk.
"It's here," April said.
Chesterfield's firm was housed in a large building, a dark and imposing edifice, the true image of what one would expect to find in a notary's office: silence and austerity.
"It's one of the most important firms in the city, how could the Perkins have anything to do with them?"
"I've tried to get in touch several times but I've never been able to. They must have a lot of clients."
"Let's see, but if this firm is in the police reports, we're too late anyway."
Mason and April let the doorbell announce themselves. They waited a few minutes, but the frosted glass of the entrance still gave the same impression: the impression that there was no one inside. They rang again. On the landing he wa
