Chapter 75
Kate distracted the door guard with the massive vase of flowers and her best smile, though she kept her face masked by stray blooms to be difficult to recognize on any security tapes.
He buzzed her into the lobby. Old World: cherry wood front desk, dark marble floors, oak-covered walls, a small, alabaster-white fountain that trickled merrily in the center of the lobby. Tucked among potted plants were plush but tasteful benches for the residents to wait on while the doorman called a cab.
Sam, his face hidden by a black ski mask, slipped in behind her and clipped the guard on the jaw so fast the doorman never had a chance to cry out. He dropped like a bag of potatoes.
“Out of knock-out gas?” She pulled on her own mask to avoid the cameras and turned back to the door to let in
