Chapter Ten
The man who met Gina when she came into the hotel lobby looked like a gorilla wearing sunglasses and an expensive suit.
“Are you here to see Mr. Reese?” She was surprised by his voice, which was well modulated and polite. She was amazed that his brutish maw could produce speech at all.
“Yes?”
He touched her elbow. “Come with me, please.”
He led her to a private elevator and entered a pin number to open the doors.
When she preceded him into the elevator, he closed the doors and shut the power down before he turned to her apologetically. “I regret that it will be necessary to frisk you.”
She colored. The indignity of her strip search in jail was still fresh in her mind, seasoned with the memory of the horrors that had followed. It had seemed like a miracle when an angel in
