The city skyscrapers rose like a wall of steel and glass as the black car pulled up to the downtown hotel in L.A. Andrew stepped out looking sharp and poised in his dark blazer, with sunglasses blocking his eyes from the California sun. He didn't bother with the luggage - the concierge would take care of that.
He glanced around, barely noticing when he was handed his suite key. He had more pressing things on his mind than the thread count of his sheets.
The penthouse suite welcomed him at the top. The view from the tall windows stretched over LA like an uncharted map ready for new lines.
A quiet knock came an hour later.
After filling a glass with whiskey for himself, Andrew said, "Come in."
A slender, balding man walked in. He couldn’t have been over forty, his shirt clean, his tie u
