Chapter 90

When we arrived back at the hotel, we were running late, and William and Henry were already there waiting, as arranged, to take us out to dinner. Gran and Grace both pleaded fatigue and went upstairs, leaving us with the Lanes. William dismissed the limo they had waiting, and the four of us walked over to Newbury Street to try a new restaurant they’d recently discovered.

Since it was just the four of us, we spent a fair amount of time discussing the Boston building and the culmination of the project, but not before I’d taken the camera out of my pocket and showed them the baby pictures and they’d made the appropriate noises. I guess I already had the proud new father’s syndrome.

I said, “Charles and I have been making tentative plans for reinvesting the profit from the project but haven’t settled on any one thing as yet.”

“Now that you mention investing,” William said, “we may just have another lead for you.”

“Tell us about it,” I said.