"One call and we can fix it. I thought it might be good to take you to one of the baseball games here. We have, of course, a luxury box." Naturally. They weren’t going to take us anywhere to meet more people.
"Great." Micah shook his head. "It's been a long time since I've been to one of those."
"Then let's go." Mr. Buckley turned and led us out front. Needless to say, there was a limo there, waiting for us.
I had a feeling the next four hours were going to creep by.
THE BOX SEATS were a lot nicer than I expected. Ours was spacious enough for twenty-five people to sit comfortably, but there were only seven of us there. The inside was air-conditioned, and several buffet stations lined the wall behind us, containing standard ballpark foods like hot dogs, nachos, and the like with differe
