[Poggio]

Come Saturday, Galvin had pushed the conversation with the doctor to the back of his mind. As soon as he entered his apartment he walked in a straight line for his shower, disrobing of all the blood stained clothing by the time he reached his bathroom. By the time he was dressed and at the park, the Maybach was not to be found. He swore under his breath, knowing it was a bad idea to trust the doctor. Taking a deep breath Galvin did not want to let his only free night go to waste. The call of Indian food beckoned him.