Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​⁠Alan Dupre didn't ring till almost ten-thirty the next morning, and I had the feeling even that was a stretch. He then offered to meet us in the Parque Concordia, right downtown. As I watched him ambling toward our bench, my first impression was: Why'd we bother?

The man appeared to be in his early forties, puffy-eyed and pink-cheeked with discount aviator shades, looking like a glad-handing touris