On an Autumn Evening in Manhattan, Fifty Million Dollars Signed Away Eleven Long Years
“I can grab a taxi to a hotel downtown, Theo.
You don’t have to rearrange your morning.”
“The studio in La Jolla has an apartment upstairs,” Theo said in his calm, easy voice.
“It has its own entrance, a drafting table by the corner window and a clear view of the water.”
“Spencer keeps four private investigators on retainer through his firm,” I said.
“They’re not licensed in California,” Theo said.
“And the gate at the bottom of the hill stays locked after dark.”