Chapter 29
If Jakarta were New York in July, Bali was New Orleans—or, better yet, Florida—in August. Quinn and Tam arrived mid-morning at the revamped Ngurah Rai International Airport in the capital city of Denpasar, where they were met by Pierre, the driver from the Grand Hyatt Bali in Nusa Dua.
Pierre was an amiable, talkative type—emphasis on talkative—who spoke perfect English. He peppered Quinn with questions about life in New York, which Pierre seemed to think was a cross between Home Alone 2 and The French Connection, and especially the nature of their visit.
“Business and pleasure,” Tam said, smiling. Quinn thought he looked a little peaked after the plane ride. But he revived with a complimentary fruit cocktail on the balcony of one of the Grand Hyatt’s fiery, red tile-roofed s
