CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURThe swarthy young man at the reception desk was not the one who had been here when Ash paid his previous visit to Amadoro Associates. Curly black hair, gray suit and dazzling smile were the same, but the face was different.
“I’m Mr. Hendrie, and I—”
“Mr. Ricci’s expecting you.” He reached under the desk and the same glass panel slid open in the mirrored wall.
“There will be someone to show you the way, sir.” He picked up the phone.
Ash passed through the opening into the long inner corridor. The closing panel, behind him, reminded him of Amadoro’s passion for secret passages. He hesitated as another young man came hurrying toward him, not the one who had escorted him to Marnat’s office. He wondered if that office was empty.
“Mr. Hendrie? Mr. Ricci will see you immed
