Chapter 19My plane landed at 6:15, and after assuring Joe that I’d need them Monday morning at eight, I hopped a cab. Getting from Logan into the city was always hard, especially at night, because of the traffic. Boston is an old city and the streets are rather narrow in places and although Boston has a lot of tunnels, getting across the water from the airport into the city is hard. When the cabdriver left me off in front of the Beacon Hill Hilton, I immediately went to the front desk and asked for Chris’s room. The hotel staff had been told not to give out names or room numbers, but the concierge dialed up to tell Chris I was there, then he directed me to an elevator for the eighth floor.
I knocked on the door of 816, it opened, and Chris pulled me into the room. She hung the do not dist
