Tuesday, April 24th
GARY Lindin sat perfectly still while Bobby spoke. When the star finished, he stayed silent for about thirty seconds, clearly letting it all digest before he whistled through his teeth. “Unbelievable, man.” He stood and paced in front of the couch upon which Bobby sat, his mind working in a thousand different directions. “So, what do you plan to do now?”
They flew in a chartered jet, en route from Nassau where Bobby had interrupted Gary’s first vacation in eight years. He had hugged Bobby when he saw him and told him he was glad for the diversion. Lying on a beach watching the tanned or sunburned bikini-clad bodies had lost its appeal after the first day, and he told Bobby he had begun to wonder how he was going to make it through the rest of the week.
Bobby took a s
