Chương 46: Chapter 46: Hostage, Part 6

Michael

Finchby and Baxter exit, and after a cautious moment, Klempner and I enter the office.

The air is stale, musty with cigarette smoke, the walls and ceiling perhaps once white but now yellowed and draped with dusty cobwebs.

I take the chair recently occupied by Finchby, trying hard not to actually touch anything. "You'd think he could afford a cleaner."

"Finchby's staff are employed differently," mutters Klempner. But he regards the hovel of a room, lip curling.

I pull the laptop closer. "Okay, so he runs the women as prostitutes, but he must be worth plenty. What's the point in being wealthy if you live like this?"

Klempner nods but says nothing, simply pulling up the other seat by me, watching the screen with half an eye, the door with the other.

The quartered screen flicks between shots of what looks like an entrance lobby, then a dance floor, various corridors... Each quarter displays a small insert: L2 lobby, L3 Bar,