Chapter Thirty-Four
With Cinnamon behind her, Sax walked to the front desk of the Waldorf Astoria. She didn’t look her best, but then the hotel lobby was still a disordered mess. Her nose wrinkled due to the acrid smell of smoke from burned carpets and lacquered furniture.
I don’t care how I look right now.
The elegant rosewood furniture that populated the lobby had been shoved aside by firemen to make way for hoses and to set up a command center to fight the fire. Water had pooled in spots all around the marble tiled floor. Mud, soot, and water covered everything, even the staff.
Mr. Walenburg, Mr. Acorn, and a woman who had to be Mrs. Lovett stood behind the reception desk. Their clothes were wet, dirty, and disheveled, their faces were drawn and haggard. Walenburg was talking
