Chapter 10

With that, he and I headed to the elevators, and when we reached the underground corridor, he invited me to his apartment for a nightcap, guests notwithstanding. In his library, we settled down with glasses of forty-year-old Port and talked about the meeting.

“I’m sorry if I put you on the spot earlier,” I said.

“Not to worry, you did just the sort of thing I’d hoped you would do.”

“On another topic,” I said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you how the search for Angelina’s family is coming.”

“I believe we are making progress,” he said. “Do you remember the interview with the woman whose great-grandmother caused the fuss that eventually drove Angelina’s mother to run away?”