Chapter 6: Dr. Lutkin’s MethodsTHE RESTAURANT IN THE atrium of the skyscraper was the kind that owed its existence to executive expense accounts. No one would come here for a birthday celebration, or a date, or a marriage proposal. It was built for business meetings. Tall palm trees stretched upward, pointing to the glass roof some 60 stories above them, an architectural crown that looked like the turret of a castle. A muscular sculpture of the Greek god Poseidon poured water that rushed loudly into a fountain surrounded by live plants. The yuppie businesspeople who sat at little tables spread across a wide expanse of cold white and gray marble all resembled one another. Dr. Lutkin felt out of place among them, the kind of people he called “squares” back when he was a teenager. Their suits
