Chapter 51
Building security at Cooks Network was easy to bypass. Kate had the FBI park in her private spot under Rockefeller Center and Paul parked in his. Actually, Rikka did, as she had again commandeered the Ferrari. The executive elevator went directly to her office twenty stories above the New York City streets and one story above the main studios. She liked to stay close to the heart of her business.
“Thief in the night,” Paul whispered as the elevator whisked them upward.
“It’s not some goddamn game, Paul. And it’s late afternoon.” She pointed at the sun shining in from the southwest as they entered her office.
She hated the feeling of sneaking into a place where she’d felt such joy. Yet one story below her, a pair of women had met untimely deaths and she knew she wouldn’t rest
