CHAPTER FIFTEENBurke Benedict lived in a decaying apartment hotel on Central Park West that was a favorite residence for theatrical people. There was a legend that, years ago, it had been owned by a famous firm of producers and, even today, some old stars from musical comedy still lived here.
A middle-aged blonde at the elaborate reception desk told Ash the number of Benedict’s apartment, without insisting that she phone upstairs to announce him, and fluttered her jeweled fingers toward a row of elevators.
Ash went up to the fifth floor, where he followed an arrow pointing to apartments 510 to 520.
He found 519 painted on a door at the end of a corridor. A small metal frame contained a card with two typed names.
Cindi Adaire
Burke Benedict
He pressed the plastic bell button and waite
