She looked at it suspiciously, then opened it.Holy shit! she said. What do you want to know? Youre a rookie, Travis. And he knows it, even if you think the guy doesnt notice the newbies. Brad Cowl lives and breathes this place. And he was probably pissed to see you in here. Youre supposed to be eating crackers at your desk and busting your ass to make him more money. So you gotthelook. Im just sayin. She had pushed it too far. It hadnt been bright, sneaking into his office that way. I worked for the campaign, mostly, except for an hour and a half when I worked the phones. One of the women got sick so I volunteered. I figured itd be a good experience for me. I could include it on my résumé. Bitter smile. Résumé. Like that matters right now. They landed at Presque Isle on schedule, cleared in, refueled, and half an hour later, they took off again. Rockland was less than an hour away, and they transferred to Stones little Cessna 182 and took off for the island, Isleboro — a ten-minute flight to a 2,450-foot runway. Stones caretaker, Seth Hotchkiss, was waiting for them with his trusty 1938 Ford woodie station wagon. They got in while Seth stowed the luggage, and Faith flew the 182 back for the crew.Seth would come back to the strip for them. Could be. Last spotted in Harlem. I did. By the time they got to Brad Cowls palace the train was barely a quarter full. All the others, except the warm-up suit lady, were dressed as he was. But it was Saturday and the numbers were going to be lower. Not every business in New York worked the Wall Street way. Some people did gettwo days off out of seven. Youll learn them officially as soon as the shares are surrendered for transfer? Why? Stone asked. Youre looking for a BMW, and this is a Norton. I gave up counting the number of toasts that were made when we sat around a mahogany table long enough to land a jet fighter on. Even Cory Tucker, sitting next to his very attractive girlfriend, made a toast. This was the pre-victory victory party, but after our campaign had been absolved of all suspicion in the staged shooting incident, plus Dorseys psycho performance last night, the only thing that could stop us from winning was if either Jess or Ted admitted to keeping small children caged in the basement. What would I need to do? By the way, I loved your act this morning. Both finger barrels to the whole train. Shit, Dino said, rubbing his shoulder. I thought we were ready for him..