“Our Chicago team put in forty hours of route analysis to nail down those transit schedules.”

I stepped down from the platform and took a glass of mineral water from a waiter in a black vest carrying a tray of polished glasses.

Table four by the brass exit doors was still half empty.

The cream place card with Daniel’s name on it leaned against a folded linen napkin beside an untouched wineglass, an empty water goblet, and a cold dinner roll.

At breakfast Daniel had promised to drive into the city if I left ten dollars on the hall table for the parking valet.