The Kill Room (Lincoln Rhyme 10)

"Did he leave any money here?"

"No. And he mentioned he was doing the same for all of his accounts in other banks."

Returning to Tash Farada, Sachs dropped into the passenger seat. "And after this?"

"A beautiful woman," the driver said.

She thought for a moment that Farada was talking about her. She then laughed to herself when he explained that he'd driven Moreno to the East Side and collected a woman who'd accompanied him for the rest of the day. Moreno had given the address--an intersection, Lexington and 52nd--and told the driver to pause in front of the building.

They drove there now and Sachs regarded the structure. A tall, boxy glass office building.

"Who was she?"

He answered, "Dark hair. I am thinking she was about five-eight, in her thirties but youthful, attractive as I was saying. Voluptuous. And her skirt was short."

"Actually I was more interested in her name and business affiliation."

"I caught her first name only. Lydia. And as for business...Well." Farada offered a coy smile.

"Well what?"

"Let me put it this way, I'm sure they hadn't known each other before he picked her up."

"That's not telling me much," Sachs said.

"You see, Detective, we learn things in this job. We learn human nature.

Some things our clients do not want us to know, some things we do not want to know. We are to be invisible. But we are observant. We drive and we ask no questions except, 'Where do you want to go, sir?' And yet we see."

The esoterica on the Mystic Order of Limo Drivers was wearing and Sachs lifted an impatient eyebrow.

He said in a soft voice, as if someone else were listening, "It was clear to me she was a...You understand?"

"An escort?"

"Voluptuous, you know."

"One does not necessarily mean the other."

"But then there was the money."

"Money."

"Much of our job is learning not to see things."

Brother. She sighed. "What money?"

"I saw Mr. Moreno give her an envelope. The way they both handled it, I knew it contained money. And he said, 'As we agreed.'"

"And she said?"

"'Thank you.'"

Sachs wondered what prim ADA Nance Laurel would think of her noble victim picking up a hooker in the middle of the day. "Did there seem to be any connection between this woman and the building? A particular office she worked in?"

"She was in the lobby when we pulled up out front."

Sachs doubted the escort service would have a cover operation here. Maybe this Lydia worked as a temp or had another part-time job. She called Lon Sellitto and explained about the woman, describing her.