disappeared.
âHow do you know? Have you been here before?â
âDo you trust me, Adam?â
âWhy? Shouldnât I?â
âYou must have questions you want to ask me.â
âI sure do. Do they skin the chicken breasts, for one thing?â
âYou have every reason to be hostile.â
âWhoâs being hostile?â
âOkay, defensive, confused, disoriented.â
âAnd heâs on the ropes, ladies and gentlemen. Dazed, defenceless, confused. Does he even know whatâs happening to him? The referee begins the mandatory eight count as he rubs rosin off the contenderâs gloves.â
âLet me put it simply. At the moment you are a wanted man.â
Adam laughed and felt his face grow red at the sound. The waiter peeked out of the kitchen door and closed it when he saw that no one was hurt.
âThe press wants to talk to you about the information youâve been giving Mr. Bliss.â
âBut I havenât! He knows more about Don Feeney than
I do.â
âDoesnât matter. The storyâs out there now.â
He shrugged, blinked, looked out the window. He just wanted to go home.
âWhat do you want from me?â
âThe better question is what do you want from you? Three months ago you came to me looking for a job. Not just a job, a career.â
âI found something else.â
âYouâre a volunteer working on the election campaign of the PM âs man. Youâre a dispensable functionary. Do you really think thereâs going to be a job for you there when this is all over?â
âItâs already all over. They want me gone so they can do damage control. Why exactlyâwhatâs your connection to this? I thought you listened in on phone conversations
and stuff.â
Before she could answer, the waiter brought water glasses, finger bowls and a basket of flat bread and a salsa dip. Adam felt as if he had not eaten in days. He took two pita triangles and ate them quickly without adorning them.
âHereâs what I can tell you: very soon Don Feeney will resign his candidacy. Someone will be found to replace him, someone blessed by both the Government and the Opposition. Are you wondering who that will be?â
âNot really.â
âOf course you are. Think. Who could possibly step in to replace Don and please the Party, LB and Mrs. Fallingbrooke at the same time?â
âHumpty Dumpty.â
âYour cooperation in this is imperative, Mr. Lerner,â she said, her tone now disciplinary.
âI donât know. I donât care. Conrad Black. Wayne Gretzky. Shania Twain. Me.â
âYes.â
âYes what?â
âYes you.â
âYouâre out of your flipping gourd, lady.â
The waiter brought their entrees, giving Hannah an excuse not to respond. She directed her attention to the underside of her chicken, which she lifted with her knife and fork as if she were performing the dissection of a fetal pig in a high-school biology lab. Adam waited, not touching his utensils. If she didnât look up in three seconds, he told himself, he was going to leave.
She sniffed and said, âGrape nuts, I think,â and cut a morsel of meat. She looked at it on her fork. âIâm allergic to pine nuts. Not grape nuts, though.â
The three seconds passed and still she hadnât looked up. He stood. âIâm out of here,â he said. âHow much...?â He took out his wallet, removed a ten-dollar bill and tucked it under the lip of his plate.
âWhat if I were to tell you...?â She raised her eyes to his. She seemed almost amused, but also earnest, a new expression for her normally inscrutable face.
âWhat?â
âIâve got this. Keep your money.â
âTell me what?â
âNothing. Donât worry about it. Have a pleasant flight.â
âIâm not up to this. Really.â
âOf course