Free Tonight I Said Goodbye (St. Martin's Minotaur Mystery) by Michael Koryta Page B

only the secretary's office.
    An attractive, middle-aged blond woman looked up from her computer and smiled at us. She was wearing a phone headset, speaking to someone about appointments, and typing furiously but looked completely nonchalant. Multi-tasking at its finest. She lifted one hand from the keyboard and held up a finger to indicate she'd be with us in just a minute, then returned to her phone conversation and typing. Joe and I settled into a pair of burgundy leather armchairs that matched the walnut furniture nicely.
    "This isn't bad," I said. "I mean, sure, there's not the nostalgia of our office with the stadium seats, but other than that it's pretty decent."
    "Maybe we should consider relocating," Joe said.
    "Maybe."
    The secretary finished her conversation, hit a button on the phone to disconnect her headset, and looked up at us once again.
    "I apologize for the wait," she said. "Do you gentlemen have an appointment?"
    "No," Joe said. "We were hoping to make a quick drop-in. It shouldn't take long."
    "I see. And whom do you wish to drop in on?"
    "Jeremiah Hubbard," Joe said.
    She gave us a gentle, polite smile. It was the kind of smile you might give a four-year-old if he said he wanted to fly an airplane. "I'm sorry," she said. "Mr. Hubbard does not accept any meetings without an appointment. He's an exceptionally busy man."
    "Oh, come on," I said, "he must get tired of counting all that money. He'd probably love the diversion."
    "Mr. Hubbard will only accept diversions if they make an appointment beforehand," the secretary said, keeping her smile. She had a great mouth--full but not overly prominent lips, and nice white teeth.
    I laughed. "Well, could you at least ask him? I think he might be more inclined to talk to us than you'd guess. Tell him we're here to talk about Wayne Weston."
    She raised her eyebrows slightly. Weston's story had been all over the news for days, and the use of his name was probably going to raise quite a few eyebrows. I supposed I'd have to get used to it.
    "Wayne Weston," she said. "I see. One moment, please."
    She hit a few more buttons on the phone and turned her head slightly, then spoke softly for a few seconds and disconnected again. "Mr. Hubbard will be happy to meet with you," she announced. "Follow me, please."
    I looked at Joe, and now I raised
my
eyebrows. I hadn't expected it would be quite that easy. The secretary stepped out from behind the desk and led us down another corridor, and I watched the movement of her hips and legs under the pretty-but-professional blue dress she was wearing. She seemed to be putting a little extra motion into the hips. I attempted to kid myself into believing it was for my benefit.
    We passed a few doors and then the hall ended in a set of double doors with no nameplate. This would be Hubbard's office. Only he would warrant double doors, and only he would be important enough not to require a nameplate. She pushed open one of the doors and stepped aside, ushering us through.
    I walked past her and into an office that came closer to taking my breath away than any office should. It wasn't as spacious as I'd expected, but it was still large enough for a game of touch football. The furniture was more of the burgundy leather and dark walnut, and the room was tastefully decorated, but it was the window that occupied all my attention. A tall span of glass shaped like the top half of an oval looked out on the city below us, and the view was amazing. I could see the War Memorial fountain thirty-two floors below, the sun making it sparkle. I wanted to walk over to the window and look down, spend a few minutes admiring the sights, but then Jeremiah Hubbard rose from behind his massive walnut desk and it was clear we were no longer supposed to find the view the most impressive thing in the room.
    "Gentlemen," he said, walking around the desk and offering his hand as the secretary shut the door softly behind us.
    Hubbard stood tall in a navy blue suit, his