CHAPTER ELEVENAsh ordered lunch from the executive kitchen after his secretary left for a luncheon appointment. Walked up and down, considering how to organize the Amadoro portrait from the few facts he now knew about her.
Paused to look down at Central Park from his windows, unable to locate the spot where those thugs had attacked him this morning.
He wondered about Amadoro’s reaction when they reported back to whoever was in charge of them. They would certainly say they’d given him a rough time. Never admit he had won that round.
When the waiter brought his lunch he ate half the chicken salad without tasting it and drank the cold Mexican beer standing at the window again. Didn’t bother pouring it into a glass because it tasted better from the bottle.
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