Chapter 6We spent the next day at the Picasso Museum. As we were returning to the hotel, Rabi was just leaving, having finished his workday. He asked if we could go somewhere to talk. I told Margaux I would meet her for dinner in a couple of hours, and Rabi and I walked to a coffee shop a few blocks from the hotel, where his boss wouldn’t see us together. I wanted him to relax, talk to me about his plans for the future, and give him some information that I hoped would be of help to him. I wanted to be sure he would be focused on what I had to say and not be constantly looking over his shoulder.
We had barely sat down when he started to pour his heart out, telling me that he and his roommates were being evicted from their apartment at the end of the week. He had paid his share of the rent,
