Chapter Three
The Case of Lillian H.
I walked in like I owned the place, and kept right on going to the 47th floor of the towering office building ignoring the curious glances of various building security types. I quickly spotted a convenient alcove at the end of one of the carpeted halls. A small narrow window provided a spectacular view of the city below. I slipped hand into my suit pocket to finger the small plastic case that felt like a cellphone, certain that I was now well within range of the compact transmitter. I had brought along a large camera for cover, and now I went to the window to pretend interest in the view. Just another tourist trying for that perfect picture of the city from one of its tallest buildings.
A quick glance at my watch told me that the meeting was just st
