And back one.
An office building. The usual miscellany—dentists and doctors and small professional firms.
He walked in, his eyes documenting everybody in the lobby. Any two or three of the men idling in the lobby could be her men, he thought.
And if any one of them had made a false movement, there would have been a sudden massacre.
"Top floor, please."
The elevator crept slowly up and let him out on the fifth floor.
The reaction on the indicator was strong. He went down to the fourth floor where it was stronger, then down to the third.
The second floor and the light dimmed slightly. It was the third floor then.
He walked quietly back up the stairs and paused at the landing, listening. There were no sounds of anyone in the corridor. He walked casually down it. A doctor's office, a dentist's office, a hairdresser's, and an employment agency.
The employment agency, he thought sharply. The perfect front, the perfect cover.