TWENTY-SEVEN
The offices at Cartwright Global were in Midtown Manhattan, on East 40th street. The tall mesh of concrete, steel and glass housed the masses of money-making opportunists and the lawyers to keep them out of trouble or find something on them. It was loud and bustling with life here. Taxis fought their way through the traffic while pedestrians tackled the oncoming crowds, it was organized chaos, but it held a feel that no other city possessed.
The two detectives parked and made their way into the lobby of the Grant building which housed many businesses and companies, within its twenty stories, to which Cartwright Global had the complete fifteenth floor. They rode the elevator up to fifteen and got off on to a bright and well-lit lobby full of people, moving quickly from offic
