“Mr Powers! Mr Powers!”
Malcolm nearly growled in frustration at the unwanted intrusion as he stalked toward the elevator. It was three in the morning and he and his men had spent the day scouring the city, yet another hopeless day of searching for Venus that had come to nothing.
He whirled at the doorman and some of what he was feeling must have been reflected in his expression because the doorman recoiled and stopped in his tracks a few feet from where Malcolm stood in the now-open elevator.
“Whatever it is, it can wait,” Malcolm snapped. “I am not to be disturbed.”
For a moment, the doorman seemed to grapple with indecision, and in disgust, Malcolm turned and walked into the elevator. The doorman lunged forward, holding out his hand to prevent the doors from closing.
“It’s about Ve
