"We?"
I looked at the smoke-smeared woman standing beside me. "Truthfully, I'm hoping for some company."
Tam smiled, then reached out and took my hand. Not a word about "strictly business."
"Okay, Matt, Charlie just walked in. I'll send him straight on over."
"Thanks a million. Owe you a big one."
As we moved on out through the revolving doors, we finally spotted Henderson, wearing his gray topcoat and mingled in among the crowd on the sidewalk. The lowest of low profiles. For a second I almost didn't recognize the man. He looked a wreck, standing there shading his eyes and squinting up. Then I followed his gaze and realized smoke was pouring out of the windows on eleven. Seems we'd demolished a little exterior plate glass, too, along with everything else.
"Bill." I signaled. "Over here."
"Walton, thank God." He waved and pushed our way. "I was worried stiff you two might still be up there. What in hell happened? Did you just blow up—"
"Long story. There was a small war, a new one and an old one. But how'd you get here? Noda said he was having your place watched. A couple of—"
"Yeah, I saw those two apes. They were in my lobby in handcuffs, being grilled by New York's Finest when I came through. Our doorman figured they were casing us for a robbery and called the cops. What's Noda think—I live in a fucking tent? I pay for top security, friend. The best."