CHAPTER THREEA taxi carried him uptown, back to the Metropole office, but he was unaware of the empty mid-afternoon streets, reviewing the few facts he’d learned from Sandra.
The possibility of Lyli Amadoro’s sudden death would goad him to complete her portrait as quickly as possible. Especially with Sandra predicting it might be suicide or murder. Either way her death would cause an international sensation.
He hadn’t met Amadoro but he knew she was going to die.
Not in twenty or thirty years, but within a matter of months. This knowledge would, inevitably, influence how he handled her portrait.
The same blank-faced guards at the information counter looked up as he crossed the deserted atrium with its splashing waterfall. “Back again, Mr. Hendrie?” The older guard made a note of the ti
