Vincenzo's eyes narrowed as he saw some fool trying to crawl into the lobby. He checked the cameras, cross checked the mug shots of known journalists and sneak thieves and the few spouses against whom injunctions had been taken out then picked up the phone.
"Boss," he said quietly. "We've got an intruder in the lobby. Not one of the regulars ... Okay."
He waited until Johnson stepped out of the inner office to take over the desk then got up, easing his stick in his belt and strolled across to the stranger. "Can I help you?" he asked.