CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOAsh was aware of the silent office around him as he wrote, page after page, in longhand.
He had hurried back here, from Amadoro’s penthouse, unaware of the people in the streets.
He’d been writing for several hours. Getting everything down on paper and correcting all the previous notes, which now had new meanings.
He finally squeezed his aching eyes together before checking the desk clock. After five-thirty!
Realized that his back was aching. Got to his feet and walked around, briskly, circling the desk for several minutes.
Nothing he had to do before he picked Mara up at the theater.
He returned to his desk, dialed Costigan’s and made a reservation for eleven-thirty.
Leaned back in the leather armchair and stared at that same blue sky beyond his windows. Still not
