A I Chapter 47
The car—it was a small limo, I supposed from one of the local services—took me to a rather tawdry restaurant in a tiny strip mall in one of the 'burbs. Other than telling me "good evening, sir," when he held the door open for me the driver had nothing to say. I followed instructions and kept silent, too. "We're here, sir," he told me as he pulled up. "I'm afraid the restaurant seems to be closed, though. Would you like—?" "I'm being met," I said. "Thanks." I got out, and off...