Asprin, Robert Lynn – Catwoman – Tiger Hunt (With Lynn Abbey)

With more energy than she usually felt the day after Catwoman had prowled—especially a dreary day—Selina headed off to investigate the address she’d memorized. She didn’t own an umbrella, just a waterproof military-type sweater and a violently red and orange scarf. There were a hundred ways to remain anonymous in Gotham City, and Selina Kyle knew them all. People might remember the scarf, but they wouldn’t remember her.

The building where Rose had lived with Eddie Lobb dominated its corner. A relic of bygone days, when this area was uptown and high class, it had survived decades of neglect to be resurrected as “the Keystone Condominiums—a Mattheson investment in Gotham City’s future.” The doors were thick glass slabs. The lobby beyond abounded with elegance, mirrors and plush sofas with pale upholstery.

No kids, no pets, no unwashed peasants, Selina thought when she was under the awning and headed for the glass doors.

A uniformed doorman scurried to intercept her. She hadn’t noticed him sitting on his stool. That was unusual.

“Hey, missy. Who you go see?”

He was a half-head shorter than Selina and easily twenty years older. An amateur would have dismissed him as one more pidgin-speaking alien working a job no American wanted. Except he’d planted himself in the perfect spot to block the doors, and Selina was no amateur. Careful to avoid eye contact, she balanced on the balls of her feet, then shifted her weight ever so slightly toward the doors. The doorman didn’t make eye contact, either, but shifted his balance to match hers. He could still stop her, or try to.