close behind them. Woods might turn around and screw her. But then that wasn’t my problem. I turned away.
A car squealed to an abrupt stop in front of the building. It wasn’t Greenfeld’s car. I looked around. The reception room was off the lobby to the right. It was dark, and the door was open. Two men jumped out of the car. I scrambled into the room and leaned up against the wall. My forehead was dewed with light sweat.
The two men opened the front doors and stood in the lobby, staring. I peered out of the darkness. Lasko’s men from the airport. Oh Jesus, I thought. Then they ran toward the stairs, heading for my office. Their footsteps faded. I grinned weakly in the dark. That, I thought, was going to be a nice party. I walked softly out of the dark room, peering back over my shoulder. They were gone.
I looked through the glass. Greenfeld’s Alfa was double-parked in front.
I opened the door and left.
