CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOThere were three police cars and an ominous windowless van double-parked at the foot of the skyscraper when Ash got out of his taxi and paid the driver. He looked up at the great tower but could see only a few lighted windows before the upper floors of the black marble structure were swallowed into the night sky.
He entered the partially lighted lobby, where groups of men were gathered near the information desk. Some held mobile television cameras. Others had press cards pinned to their lapels. They came crowding toward him.
“Who are you, mister?”
“What’s your name?”
“You police?”
He strode past them, avoiding the eyes of the night attendant at the desk, and headed for the private elevator to Amadoro’s apartment.
There was a young cop on guard who watched his approa
