Spence sent the book to his agent a week to the day after telling Gregg that he was going to. A formality, as she would give it to Kelvin as soon as she got it. In the interim, Spence had talked with Gregg a couple of times, but that was it. He worried that Gregg might be upset about his lack of communication, but when he mentioned it, Gregg assured him that he understood.
Shutting off his laptop, Spence sent up a small prayer Kelvin would like it, and then called Gregg.
“It’s on its way,” he said as soon as Gregg answered.
“Fantastic! That means you’re free tonight?”
“As a bird, to be trite.”
“Nothing wrong with trite. Okay. I’ll pick you up in half an hour. A tie is required.” When Spence groaned, Gregg laughed. “Not really. Jeans and a nice shirt will do perfectly.”
“Where are we
