Chapter 11
GOOD EVENING, Mister Turko!" the nightshift doorman at the Cragmore Arms beamed effusively. Steve didn't appreciate this tall, thin-boned character any more than he did the little guy on the dayshift. Steve nodded slightly and crossed the wide expanse of lobby to the elevators. He pressed the button impatiently, watching the overhead numbers drop, indicating the car was on its way down.
The portal opened, but Steve stopped short and froze. He was prepared for most anything, but not Tom Sheldon.
Sheldon smiled, emerged with his hat in his left hand, light camel-haired coat over the arm. He thrust his right hand out at Steve seeking a handshake.
"Steve? If I'd known you were comingI'd have waited." Steve didn't shake his hand; Sheldon dropped it to his side. "We could've had a
