Chapter Four
I asked Agent Jones to meet me in the bar at the Sedona Rouge hotel for two reasons — first off, it would have felt weird to have him come over to my apartment, and secondly, the Rouge was not the sort of place most people I knew would be hanging out. It was very nice, but not really a “locals” kind of place. I figured there we could have some privacy.
He agreed to meet me at five-thirty. As much as I’d wanted a drink after my little incident earlier in the day, I didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Bad enough that I had to spend most of the day cooling my heels, waiting until the time I could meet him. It got so bad that I went to a movie alone, something I never did. And at last I sat at the one corner table that was available in the bar, sipping a Perrier with a sli
