CHAPTER SEVENTEENAsh hurried through the empty entrance corridor of the Metropole suite, uncomfortably warm in his old Burberry.
He had overslept—after a long and humid night that had kept him awake—and had opened his eyes to see a steady drizzle falling beyond his open bedroom windows.
His mind, through the night, had been occupied with Amadoro. So many important pieces missing from the lady’s portrait, and only one person knew all the answers—Amadoro herself.
He strode past Carrington’s office and turned down the side corridor.
Today he would stay at his desk, going over those notes again. Hoping for new information from somewhere...
“Ash! Wait a second!”
He turned to see Tony Rufino hurrying out of his office and coming toward him with outstretched arms. “You told me to have a tal
