Chapter Eight
When I arrive in New York, I go straight to the hotel, looking for Daniel Broc. Of course, he's out. I half expected that, but I didn't anticipate the hotel clerk telling me that he leaves for days at a time and that his schedule is too erratic to predict. Since he left the day before, and gave the hotel no indication of when he'd return, I wonder if this jaunt is a waste of time.
I cool my heels in the lobby for an hour, shop the streets nearby for another hour, then return to the hotel with the hope that Daniel will miraculously appear. When I find he's still out, I weigh my options: go home, or check in and, like a stalking cat, lie in wait for his return. I mull my decision for several minutes slumped in a comfy reading chair in the lobby. A fountain nearby softly trick
