I had nowhere to be for the most part of the Sunday. The appointment with the manager of Panache was on Monday and the bars generally start to see the crowd at the evening, so I had to wait till the evening before I pay a visit to the Trideca bar at the Onore hotel if I wanted any luck with meeting any of the eight individuals that Sam sent me details of the previous night.
Hence, for the whole of the Sunday morning and a significant part of its afternoon, I remained on my hotel room bed. I organised the contents of my notebook into a detailed chart of the events and the facts associated with them and then studied them again with a fresh mind.
The chart helped massively. When I organised all the information that I had according to categories and similarities, patterns began to immerge
