CHAPTER SIXTEENAsh found a taxi and gave the address, on east Seventy-Third, to the driver.
Only half a dozen blocks from his own apartment. Curious that so much of this Amadoro story was located in the upper East Side. Even Benedict’s apartment was on the opposite side of the park. He could probably see it from the windows of his own apartment.
His taxi came to a stop in the block between Madison and Park.
The apartment had a striped canopy protecting an unimpressive entrance, and there was no attendant in the lobby.
Double row of mailboxes, one marked “Manager.”
The name he sought was hand-printed on a card inserted in the slot of 43: Mrs. Laurie Winston.
He rode a small elevator to the fourth floor.
There were ten doors, five on each side, but the space between the closed doors i
