Bab 81: Chapter 81

He turned a dull red, “Sorry,” and finished frisking me.

“Max had every reason to expect…” The doors closed on the rest of their conversation, and I kind of wondered what “Max” had a reason to expect. But I had other things to worry about.

Satisfied that somehow I hadn’t managed to secure contraband between the first and seventh floors, Young led me down a long corridor to a door that looked no different from any other. He opened it and gestured for me to enter.

“This is Mr. Bascopolis, Ms. Parker.”

“Thank you, Young.” Vince’s secretary—I’d had no idea he had a secretary, but if Wills had one, it made sense that Vince would too—glanced at me with discreet interest, and rose to her feet. “If you’ll come this way, Mr. Bascopolis?” She tapped on the inner door and opened it without waiting for a response. “Mr. Bascopolis, sir.” She stood aside to let me enter.