I had anticipated every possible problem and then eliminated them one by one. All I had to do was keep my cool. The rest would take care of itself. I had already scoped out the sweat lodge, after he suggested it as our meeting place. Now, I was arriving plenty early, so I could do the necessary schmoozing. It was all part of my plan—as was carrying the only weapon I’d need. A trained warrior knows how to travel light and still get the job done. I smiled when I thought of how I’d do it. Thinking this one up was nothing short of brilliant. The weapon I’d leave behind would baffle the cops more than help them. He made it so easy for me. “I’ve got that information you’ve been looking for,” was all I needed to say, if I said anything at all. He’d kill for that information, but we’d see who kills for what information. I checked out the lodge and its surrounds one more time. He thought it was so clever to meet in this particular place. He liked the irony of it, he said. But I couldn’t have chosen a better location myself.
