CHAPTER 3Mike got home just as the phone rang. He picked it up. A guarded voice said, “I got it.”
Mike was surprised. He hadn’t expected the operation to go so smoothly. “Okay. What’s holding you up?”
“I called. You weren’t home. I didn’t want to stand around in front of your place with no satchel in my mitt.”
“I’m home now,” Mike snapped, and broke the connection.
He scowled at the phone for a moment and then went out on the patio and scowled at the vast city spread out before him. From thirty floors up, the people looked like tiny dolls moving along the streets.
The view from his patio was always a source of satisfaction to Mike. It was symbolical of his rise. “A floor at a time—the hard way,” he’d told Lorry the first time she’d looked down from his luxurious suite. “Up here with t
