CHAPTER TWELVEAsh didn’t leave the Metropole office until after six and, when he reached the street, decided to walk a few blocks up Park Avenue before thinking about dinner. The fresh air might clear his aching head.
Mara would be asleep, after the midweek matinee, on that pink chaise in her dressing room at the Biltmore. She would have a light supper, served by a waiter from Sardi’s or some other nearby restaurant, before her evening performance.
He’d gone over his notes again, adding new ones from the information Mandy had given him. Most important was the fact that Leola Martin’s daughter by Toby Towson had a disfigured face. That could have had a traumatic impact on the mother.
Did he need to know what had happened to the daughter? Probably not. He would never mention her in his pr
