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She started walking for it, invigorated anew. Perhaps Olivia had another number for Michael
somewhere.
Perhaps the doorman would let Spencer upstairs for a little peek into Olivia’s penthouse.
A woman in a bright blue wool coat exited the apartment building’s revolving doors. Two more people
went
in, carrying gym bags. Spencer pushed through the door after them, walking into a marble atrium. At the
far end of the room was a bank of three elevators. There was an old-school dial above each of them,
telling
which floor the cars were on. The room smelled like fresh flowers, and there was classical music playing
quietly over a hidden speaker.
The concierge at the front desk wore a pristine gray suit and rimless eyeglasses. He gave Spencer a
weary
smile as she approached. “Um, hi,” Spencer said, hoping her voice didn’t sound too young and naïve.
“I’m
looking for a woman who recently moved in here. Her name is Olivia. She’s in Paris right now, but I’m
wondering
if I could get into her apartment for a moment.”
“Sorry,” the concierge said dryly, returning to his paperwork. “I can’t let you up unless I have the
tenant’s
permission.”
Spencer frowned. “But…she’s my mom. Her name is Olivia Caldwell.”
The concierge shook his head. “No one named Olivia Caldwell lives here.”
Spencer tried to ignore the sudden, gnawing pain in her stomach. “Maybe she doesn’t go by her maiden
name. She might go by Olivia Frick. Her husband’s name is Morgan Frick.”
The concierge gave her a withering look. “No one named Olivia anything lives here. I know every
resident in
this building.”
Spencer stepped back, glancing at a line of gilded mailboxes on the far wall. There had to be two
hundred