Chapter 58

Henri put on a pair of casual slacks and a golf shirt, and he walked over to the elevator, pushing the button for down. Normally, with someone waiting for him, he would have hurried down the stairs which was faster than the old elevator. Now that he had Vitas, he would need to have it replaced with something safer and more modern. He made a mental note to have Regis look into it in the morning.

He entered the parlor to find Frank Ferone drinking coffee from one of his kitchen mugs rather than the elaborate coffee service Aline usually reserved for guests. He must have impressed her for her to treat him like family. Henri held out his hand. “You must be Frank Ferone. Julien has nothing but good things to say about you. I’m Henri Giraud, my husband Vitas is upstairs, asleep, and has a security problem.” Henri motioned for Frank to sit.

Henri sat in the Winston chair, which, unlike the Victorian furniture in his Alaskan home, a guest could sit in it comfortably.