An hour after the meeting with Steve adjourned, I’m still mulling over Erik’s cryptic comments. I feel like we’re on the verge of something big, but I have too many questions. I finally decide to call him.
“Yeah?” he answers.
“Bill here,” I say. “I need some more clues about what the hell we’re supposed to be doing…”
“Meet me outside the building,” he says, hanging up.
When I get outside, the wind is gusty and fierce. I look around for a couple of moments, when I hear a horn honk. Erik is in an expensive-looking red BMW convertible, with the top down. “Come on in. Hurry!”
“Nice ride,” I say, climbing into the passenger seat.
“Thanks,” he says. “My friend insisted that I borrow this while I’m in town.”
As he floors ...