Chapter 51: RendezvousThe next morning, ten A.M. on the dot. I walked through the grassy yard. My bare feet picked up the thick dew mixed with the morning-warm sunshine and I made a right onto the narrow cobblestone pathway and followed it to the East Garden and the pool. In my right hand was an eight by eleven-size manila envelope. Ignoring the tranquil beauty of the August morning, ignoring the fresh heat of the day and bird calls in the treetops, I confidently moved forward on a mission, unnerved and preoccupied with a sense of getting a job done, wanting to confront Katz Strong about his s****l escapade with the pool boy the night before.
As expected, Katz was waiting for me. He sat in one of the Adirondack chairs, smoking a cigarette by the pool. His legs were spread and he was shirt
