They were outside a fabulous apartment building on Central Park West. There was a carpet leading from the door to the edge of the sidewalk so that you could walk from your car to the building without messing up your shoes. Two attendants stood by the door in black suits and helped people in and out of the building. “That’s where she lives?” Chloe said. “According to my research.” “Which apartment?” “I have no idea.” They had paid the cab driver a hundred dollars to sit with them and stake out the building. It was far too cold for them to wait on the street, and they had no idea how long it would be until Claire Lally made an appearance. “What if she’s not in there?” Chloe said. “She’s got to come home at some time, doesn’t she?” Chloe smiled. “I just hope she’s not in the Hamptons or something.” Lacey exhaled. She was nervous. She had to find Claire. She leaned against the window, watching the door of the building every time someone entered or left.
