CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE“He’s waiting for you, Mr. Hendrie. Asking, every fifteen minutes, if I’ve located you.”
“Thank you, Miss Crevani.” He continued past her desk and knocked on the inner door.
“Come!”
Ash swung the door open and saw Carrington glowering behind his desk.
“Where the devil have you been hiding?”
“I overslept.” He crossed the office and collapsed into a leather armchair.
“Had Miss Crevani ring your apartment every half hour but she kept getting a busy signal.”
“Took the phone off the hook when I got home last night.”
“I heard on the early news that Amadoro was dead. I presume you heard the late news?”
“I didn’t get to bed until after three. I was at Amadoro’s apartment. Saw the body.”
“You what!”
“As a guest of the police. My friend, Inspector McCorkle, knew about
