CHAPTER 18
Jeff and the nameless woman went up. Not down. Eighty-three floors was the top. Not many cities reached up that high and he’d been in most of them. Dallas maybe. Hard to tell from his one brief glance in the flat evening light.
When the elevator pinged out at the top floor, they clambered out into a penthouse clearly set up for the highest-end corporate parties. Lush paneling adorned the walls, exquisite linen covered the tables lining the windows, and tasteful groupings of dark leather armchairs. It had all the flavor of an old-world exclusive men’s club. How many times had corporate America been bought and sold in this room? It had that feel. The deep carpet tickled the bottoms of his feet, intensely plush. Had anyone else ever walked barefoot in this room? Probably not. Had
