NOVEMBER 14, 1934
I WAS SITTING IN HALLOWED Grounds watching a fly buzz around one of the light bulbs. A glass of rum sweated in front of me. Normally I only drank Crow, but lately I’d been thinking about spicing up my life. Someone plopped down in the chair next to me. I didn’t turn.
“Nice to see you here,” Lazar said.
“You don’t come around much these days,” I said.
He laughed and gestured at the bartender. There was some unspoken arrangement between them, I suppose, because the big ape immediately poured some kind of frothy orange mixed drink with rum, pineapple, a cherry, and an umbrella. “I just wanted to say good work on the delivery the other day.”
I grunted.
“Your curiosity didn’t get the better of you, did it?”
I let the question hang. He rubbed his hands together like a ki
