CHAPTER 3
On the way to the hotel, I paid the cab driver a hundred bucks to stop at a wireless store and wait for me. My phone was still buzzing constantly when I went in, but eventually I left with a scrubbed phone, a new number, and renewed hope. I’d suffered worse than a couple of n***d pictures, and I’d come out okay.
Under ordinary circumstances, I’d have appreciated the suite Jay booked for me, with plush carpets, a mattress that sank beneath my fingertips, the walk-in shower with a stool and detachable showerhead, whirlpool tub, and floor-to-ceiling windows pointed at Times Square. Today, none of that mattered. I texted him a quick thank you, then told him to use the new number. He texted back that my stuff would be delivered later. I had no idea if he’d arrive with the boxes or i
