CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEThe attendant recognized him as, steps echoing, he crossed the empty lobby.
“Afternoon, Mr. Hendrie. McCorkle said you’d be in this afternoon.” He motioned toward the elevators. “You know how to get up to the penthouse.”
“Thank you.” Ash continued on without pausing.
“Too bad about Miss Amadoro. Such a fine lady! They say it was an accident...”
He didn’t bother to respond but headed for the private elevator.
The young officer on duty saluted. “Mr. Hendrie?”
“That’s right.”
“Been expecting you, sir.” He ran two stubby fingers up the metal column and the elevator doors slid open.
“I may be upstairs for an hour or so.” He stepped into the elevator and faced the officer again. “Was here last night, with McCorkle, but want to look around by daylight.”
“You’ll be alon
