CHAPTER SIX
David let the phone ring again and again, his brain reeling with shame and remorse for what he had agreed to in Harvey Sears' office. Gripping the telephone in his fingers so hard he thought they would break, he hoped and prayed he was not too late, but little by little the chilling realization crept into his mind that it was no use. He let it ring ten more times, counting them like the fading pulse of a person slowly dying, and then with a deep sigh of despair, he finally hung the phone on the hook.
Oh God, he was thinking as he stepped out of the telephone booth into the pedestrian traffic on Broadway. What have I done, what will happen to my wife, to us, now?
He stopped into the first bar he came to and ordered a straight double Scotch on the rocks, gulping it down alm
