Chapter One: Peru
"Call me, Ishmael."
He folded the cell phone and flipped it onto the bed, twenty feet away from the tepid Jacuzzi in which he lay after having had what could best be described as an inconclusive sexual encounter with a lobbyist for the condom industry.
The lobbyist, Evelyn Brandwynne, exited the bathroom naked, speaking on her cell phone in a businesslike and decidedly non-postcoital tone of voice to her Washington office.
"The funding is dead. It's terminal. There's a sheet over its head..."
He watched her move slowly toward the bed with a glass of yellowing white wine and a Kleenex in her...