CHAPTER FOUR
Gray called for the check and signed for the meal, waving aside Ames’s ineffectual offer to pay his portion of the bill. The three of us then went upstairs to retrieve our winter coats and hats, along with the champagne, caviar, and whatnot for József’s family, which we’d left in Gray’s room overnight. Ames trailed along as we ferried it down the block, but when we reached the Škoda he could see for himself there wasn’t enough room for five in the Romanian playwright’s car, not when one of them was a man of his girth. We stowed the gifts in the trunk and got in, eager to be gone, but the journalist held up a hand as we pulled away from the curb, motioning for József to roll down his window.
“I’ll be waiting for your return, dearies. Do be careful …”
Whatever else he’d inten
