Chapter 4

They wound up at Bobby Van’s Steakhouse on Fifty-Fourth Street between Park Avenue and Lexington. The restaurant looked like an old fashioned gentleman’s club with wooden panels on the bottom portion of the wall and the upper portion was painted gold. The tables were set with crisp white tablecloths. Off the dining room was an old-fashioned long bar with large backless bar stools. The waiter handed Jake the menu and he ordered appetizers and iced water with lemon slices for both of them. “We’ll wait to order the entrees.”

“Yes, Mr. Cohen.” He came here often. They were used to his habits.

“Tell me your story, kid…”

“My name is Davey Howell. I worked directly for Mr. Danvers. I have a photographic memory which he found useful. I prepared all of his briefs.” Two iced waters with lemon showed up at the table. Jake saw Davey furtively take a sip. watching him to see if he approved.