Although the 1920 Club Lounge was an exclusive perk for returning guests, the uniformed attendant must have been sufficiently impressed with Ms. Lindbrook’s appearance to accept her story that a guest with privileges had invited her. She was already seated in a richly upholstered chair at a small private table in the mahogany-paneled room and sipping her white wine when Harry entered. Aldo had briefed him that the hotel had a strict dress code — either formalwear or “smart casual.” So Harry wore his everyday Beverly Hills outfit of golf shirt, pleated gabardine slacks, and herringbone sport coat. He wore his one pair of black leather slip-ons, having shined them as well as he could by buffing them with one of the knee-length socks he wore with them.
Hers was a severe look. Perhaps not qui
