CHAPTER NINETEEN“I will destroy you, Mr. Hendrie...”
Ash stood at the windows of his silent office, looking out at the morning sun flooding Central Park, as the words continued to echo in his brain.
He had heard them over and over, all night, unable to sleep.
When Mara returned from the theater, after midnight, she tiptoed into his room and whispered his name, but he hadn’t answered. Heard her moving about in the kitchen, then silence as she ate the cold supper Rosie had left for her in the refrigerator. She had stayed in the kitchen longer than usual, and he had discovered the reason when he made his breakfast coffee. A note listing the menu for Monday night and suggesting he call her, before she left for her matinee, if he wanted to change anything or had any suggestions.
He would ph
