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because of that, the three exits are mostly blocked.”  
    Discretely,
he motioned toward them.   “One is up
those stairs to the right.   The
second is through that door, which looks as if it leads to the kitchen.   The third is how we entered--down the
corridor.   There, they can either
escape through the doors that lead to the front of the building or run down to
the stairs where we came in.   For
them, the trouble is that escape won’t be so easy.   Look at it in here--it’s bordering on
chaos.   If we created some kind of a
panic, I could shoot Jean-Georges from here, the crowd around us would scatter
and before they even knew what to do, we could cut through the corridor, hit
the first set of doors on the right, run out of the building and be on the
street before anyone made their move.”
    It was
risky, but she knew how gifted he was as a marksman.   He rarely missed.   She was intrigued.   “What about his photo?”
    “You
don’t think the press will take care of that?   They’ll do our jobs for us.   If you want me to, I also could take out
the Redman girl and you could send the coverage of her death to your
friend.   A gift of sorts.”
    “You
mean to Spocatti?”
    He
nodded.
    And in
the moments before Addison Miller spoke, Carmen decided she didn’t mind the
idea.   In fact, she rather liked
it.   She hadn’t heard from Spocatti
since they were last here in Manhattan.
    It would
be good to send him a gift.   It
would be good to stay in touch because she knew she could learn more from him.
    “I like
it,” she said.   “But we need to
position ourselves in a better spot.   Something that will best facilitate our exit.   They won’t be standing there much
longer.   We need to find that
spot--maybe just inside the corridor--and we need to monitor security before we
act.   Tonight, we’re also going to
murder Leana Redman.   I once learned
a lot from Vincent.   He can be a
miserable son of a bitch when he wants to be, but he still taught me
plenty.   In the end, I think we
became friends.”  
    She
looked through the crowd at Leana, who now was waiting for Addison Miller to
address those in attendance.   And
then she reached for her phone and pressed a button.   “Let’s do this for him.”

 
 
 
 
    BOOK TWO

 
    CHAPTER
NINE

 
 
    Two
Hours Earlier

 
    Leana
Redman left the building on Forty-Seventh and Park Avenue and was about to step
into the limousine waiting for her at the street corner when she turned to
admire the building behind her before leaving.  
    It was
beaten up a bit, not unlike she was a year ago and probably still was
emotionally.   But there was
something solid and steadfast about it that made her feel connected to it.   Its brick and terra cotta facade had
weathered its share of neglect, but here it stood, having survived its wars and
ready for a new opportunity to allow it to shine in the face of all the other
buildings that surrounded it.
    The
parallels they shared were not lost on her.   In fact, they were among the reasons she
chose to buy the building.
    She
still couldn’t believe it was hers.   What had once been one of the city’s great Art Deco hotels now was in
her hands thanks to the money left to her by Harold Baines, her great friend
who took his life but not before leaving her half of his considerable
fortune.  
    At first
glance, the hotel was a sorry wreck, but Leana and her investors saw something
beneath the grime, the moldy ceilings and the cracked walls, and they were
committed to returning it back to its former glory.   A complete restoration effort would
begin next week.   It would take a
year before the hotel re-opened, but when it did, she was convinced it would
rival any hotel in the city.
    Especially,
anything owned by her father, George Redman, who happened to have an office
building across the esplanade on Forty-Eighth.
    She
looked at it.   It was just one of
the many skyscrapers he called his own in the