Chapter Sixteen
Early Wednesday morning, Arthur boarded an American flight to L.A. to meet with Pierre Russo while Lilly took an extra breath or two and returned to sleep. Deception is work. Then at three she arrived at John Whittier’s front door, wearing a black leotard with a neckline to her naval, and stood for a long time before engaging the bell. She transferred her overnight case to her left hand, rooted through her purse, checked her phone for schedule changes, determined there were none and popped a Demerol. Harry had sprung the overnight stay to her on the telephone twenty minutes before the cab arrived. Besides the late tip off, the only parts of the last four days accomplished smoothly had been signing her partnership agreement and making love with Arthur before his flight to C
