Secret Daughter [antikvár]

PROLOGUE He clutches the worn slip of paper in his hand, trying to compare the letters written there to the red sign hanging on the door in front of him. Looking back and forth from the paper to the door several times, he is careful not to make a mistake. Once be feels certain, be presses the bell, and a shrill ring echoes inside. While he waits, be runs his palm over the brass plaque next to the door, feeling the ridges of the raised letters with bis fingers. When the door opens suddenly, be pulls back bis hand and gives another slip of paper to the young woman in the doorway. She reads the note, looks up at him, and steps back to let him enter. With a slight tilt of her head, she indicates he should follow her down the hallway. He makes sure his shirt is tucked in underneath his slight paunch of a belly, and runs his fingers through his graying hair. The young woman walks into an office, hands the slip of paper to someone inside, and then points him to a chair. He enters, sits down, and clasps his fingers. The man behind the desk peers at him through thin spectacles. "I understand you're looking for someone."