I handed him a business card.
He glanced at it, then looked back at me. His expression changed instantly. “Mr. Calloway?”
“Tell Mark Ellis his father-in-law is here.”
The concierge hesitated before lifting the phone. “Of course.”
A few minutes later, the elevator opened onto the twenty-eighth floor. Marble floors. Gold lamps. The scent of imported flowers. At the far end of the hallway, double doors opened slowly.
Mark stood there barefoot in a silk robe, tanned, polished, smiling like a man amused by an old dog dragging itself home.
“Well,” he said casually. “The cavalry arrived.”
Behind him, Vanessa appeared wearing diamonds and bright red lipstick. She looked me over from head to toe.
“Is this about Anna?” she asked. “Because she really should get help.”
I stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.
