Excerpt: Safe again from the December winds, Frank told the doorman his name. The man checked a clipboard, then made a phone call in discreet whispers. He hung up and nodded at Frank. "You're expected," he said, and he pointed. "That private elevator over there." Frank picked up his overnight case and stepped into the elevator. The door closed and he was gently wafted up to one of the highest penthouses in Manhattan. The sliding door opened but he was faced with yet another door, and that one he found to be locked. When he noticed a button and pushed it, the door began to open almost immediately. One of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen looked around the edge of the door. The girl's brown eyes and hair were soft and rich, her complexion fair. "Frank?" she said. "Frank Winston?" He said yes, and she let him step into a dark foyer. He just had time before the elevator door closed and blocked the light to see how sheer her pink negligee was. "I'm Dawn," she said, smiling. "You're awfully handsome I think I'm going to like you, Frank."