CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTHe was still awake when a truck clattered through one of the side streets. There was another skyscraper going up in the next block.
Saturday...
Maybe he should spend the day at the office. It would be quiet there and he could go over his Amadoro notes again. And again and again...
He got out of bed slowly, aware of the humidity in the air.
This was going to be another warm day.
Who was Alfredo?
Better not call Madura, at the Plaza, before noon.
He showered, dressed and wrote a note telling Mara to phone him at the office before she left to do her matinee. Propped it on her bedtable and kissed her on the forehead, without waking her.
When he opened the front door to their apartment he found the morning Times. Picked it up and left it inside for Mara. He would buy
