Chapter 54

The rest of the week passed in much the same manner, the only sour note of the next four days being that the elusive bartender hadn’t returned and was now not expected until Saturday. I got so much work done that by Friday afternoon I was able to call my publisher and schedule a meeting for a week from Saturday. He agreed to the meeting, so I had to make a call to set it up. As a precaution against my identity becoming public, we never met in the New York offices of the publishing house, instead using the offices of my Boston lawyers for our infrequent meetings.

I called Boston and talked to William Lane, one of my two lawyers. A Saturday conference was set up, and I arranged to have dinner with William and his partner on Friday evening. I told him I’d probably be bringing a friend; then I called the Taj in Boston to book a room for two nights and my travel agent to handle the airline reservations.