Before I left she said one more thing.

“Does he know you know? About the Boston thing being told to me too?”

“I don’t know.”

“I hope he doesn’t,” Emma McDowell said. “I like the idea of him not knowing which parts came out.”

Chapter 16 — Two in the Morning

I asked Harrison to dinner in June, in San Francisco, when he was out for a conference, and I asked him a question I should have asked in the first month.

“How did you get the Maui booking?”