CHAPTER FIVEHe hurried through the entrance corridor, back at Metropole—avoiding the eyes of employees he passed but nodding if anyone spoke—straight toward the oak door at the end. Went in, leaving it ajar, heading for Carrington’s secretary, who sat at her desk talking into a phone, past a distinguished-looking man seated on a sofa, his Gucci portfolio beside him. Paused at the desk as Miss Crevani looked up.
“Hold on a moment, please.” Placing a hand over the mouthpiece and swiveling her chair to face him. “We tried to reach you earlier.”
“Is Tim free?”
“There’s someone with him. I’ll tell him you’re—”
“Ask him to call me when he has a moment. I’ll be in my office.”
“Shouldn’t be too long.”
He turned to leave as she resumed her telephone conversation, closing the door and hurrying
