Chapter 90

　　The Garden

　　The leather bag swung under her round behind as she strolled through the room, and Tessa hummed to herself as she punched numbers into the phone on the wall. “Yes, this is apartment twelve-eleven. Can you send up Reggie, please?”

　　She poured herself a drink at the bar and glanced up to the door when the knock came. “It’s open.”

　　The balding doorman smiled at Tessa and closed the door behind him. He was always happy to hear she was in town again because he made more than a pretty penny over the last few years from their side deals. “What can I do for you, Miss Mason?”

　　A finger came up between them. “One moment.” While she fidgeted with the combination on the safe, she peeked over the counter. “What’s the going rate these days, Reggie?”

　　The doorman slid onto the wooden stool and shrugged. “Depends on what you’re looking for this time.”