When Ruby and Devon walked out of the Pierre, a white stretch limousine awaited them. “What’s this?” Devon said. The driver came around in the falling snow and opened the rear door. He was a young Japanese man wearing a blue uniform with black gloves and boots. “Good morning, Dr. Cardillo. My name is Kenji.” As they slid into the car, Devon whispered, “We could take cabs, you know.” “Or the subway,” Ruby said dryly. “This is better.” She leaned forward. “Go up Madison, please, Kenji. I’ll tell you where to stop.” The rear seat was equipped with a television and stereo system. Behind a sliding walnut panel there was a well-stocked bar and a miniature fridge with cheese, crudités, and fruit. As they turned onto Madison, Ruby poured herself a glass of Moët et Chandon and Devon uncapped a Diet Coke. “Where are we going?” Devon asked. “I have some errands uptown.” “Remember, we only have an hour before our appointment with Browne.” “Plenty of time.
