Chapter 2On Friday, I walked into the Hotel Sofitel Montreal. I’d never been in here before but I walk past it almost every day. It was just a few blocks from McGill. It was a beautiful building, but I knew I’d never be able to afford a room there. She had said in her e-mail that she’d made a reservation at the Renoir Restaurant there, for 7:00 P.M. I was still dressed in a business suit like the ones I always wore to teach.
Inside the hotel was the most elegant lobby I had ever been in. Chandeliers hung everywhere, but they weren’t as ostentatious as they might have been. They were rather modern, without the ornate drops and glitter that most chandeliers had. They had a cylindrical glass tube, about eighteen inches in diameter and maybe three feet long that housed ten or twelve smaller g
