Hardy was waiting for the executive elevator to take him upstairs to warn Treadwell that Cassy’s boyfriend might be showing up here when the security officer’s call from downstairs rolled over to his cell phone.
“Whalen showed up like you said he would, but before we could stop him he grabbed an elevator, and he’s on his way up.”
“Is he armed?”
“I didn’t see a bulge under his jacket, but he could be carrying in a holster at his back. But the guy’s not big. Can’t be more than five-nine or ten, and lightweight,” the officer said. “Do you want me to shut down the elevators?”
“No,” Hardy said, making the snap decision.
The elevator came, and on the way up he used the house phone to call Treadwell.
“Mr. Treadwell’s office, who may I say is calling?” Ashley answered.
“I’m on my way up, but we have some trouble coming our way. Tell the boss.”