The Bugatti and the motorcycle breached the island of Manhattan from the north and wended their way south like synchronized swimmers. Traffic was light at this hour, and Devine had no trouble following the super-car. The damn thing seemed to glow in the dark. It would have made the Dark Knights ride look like a drab Ford Escort puttering along. Mason gently reached forward and, taking advantage of Dorley Alders preoccupied concentration, slipped the copy of the letter from the mans lap, folded it and put it back in his pocket. But please speak to him. Please intercede for me. Hes so magnificent, so perfectly marvelous, and … Chapter Twenty I guess were about to find out. Devine knew this glorified digital pissing contest was designed to make the competition even more intense. To see how far you were falling behind, or racing ahead, all you needed to do was check the Book. And then you ran harder and harder to catch up and then pass the front-runners. Or else you ran harder and harder to get further ahead. Or you worked your ass off and still fell behind and got depressed as hell. It was cruel and inhumane, and it was also just the way things worked in this world. Yes. She, Frances said. David Baldacci You dont really believe that? You dont really agree with Showalter? I dont think that would be wise, Harvey. His excitement reached Della Street. She jerked the cover off her typewriter, ratcheted in a sheet of paper and her fingers started flying over the keys. In the hall, I found Nan.You happen to know where Jess is? Oh, Id say it was an hour. Perhaps a little over. I can make some money. My old man can be proud of me. His attention was diverted for only a moment as he saw Stamos peer around the corner, her eyes wide and her face tense. This had gone far past what she had intended, he could read that in her nervous features. And she was wondering how she could defuse things. Who had the other key? Mason asked. That wasnt what I said..