Chapter Nineteen
The Rockwell Building was a ten-story, gray limestone structure designed and built in the 1950’s by the architect bearing its name. It was situated in the financial district less than five minutes by cab ride from Union Station. The law firm of Smyth, Smyth, Smyth, and Smyth maintained all the space on the highest floor.
Johnathan Smyth, not yet partner, but a grandson, had a small office just off the waiting room and behind a quadrangle of law books. John Thompson stepped up to the receptionist counter and waited for a pretty young blonde in gray business attire and crystal earrings to put down the telephone and acknowledge him.
“Can I help you, sir?”
“John Thompson. I have an appointment.”
The girl fingered down her scheduling book, paused, blew a “how do you do” s
