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The White Box

... where I purchased a ticket to Penn Station. Once in the city I bought a ticket on the Long Island Railroad to Great Neck. I changed again in the men’s room, emerging as myself. I found a nearby tavern where I walked in for a drink. “Wild Turkey—a double,” I told the bartender as I took a seat at the far end of the bar. The place was almost empty. Even Sunday night pre-season football hadn’t brought in much of a crowd. Ten minutes later I asked for another and over the next hour I’d managed to drink four more doubles. “Man…you drink like a man who wants to forget.” “I do…on both counts. I explained how my wife had an affair and, rather than just divorce me, had tortured me, almost destroying me in the process. ”I hope you fuckin’ killed that bitch.” “No…I got away, but so did she. I’d phone the cops when I get home, but I’m really beat. Call me a cab, will you?” I dropped a crisp new hundred onto the bar. The cab was there five minutes later and twenty minutes after that I had given him one of my last hundreds as he pulled up into the driveway. I staggered into the empty house, walked into the bathroom and showered, letting the hot spray ease the tension in my muscles. I dried myself and walked naked to the bed. I fell asleep quickly. CHAPTER 3 I was terribly hung over the next morning. It was the first time I’d gotten drunk since my wedding reception. I thought it was the happiest day of my life. Now I looked back wondering how it had all gone wrong. I cried for more than ...

... an hour that morning over the death of a relationship I had thought would endure until the day one of us died. The more i thought about it the more I realized that was exactly what would happen—if it hadn’t already. The deep woods were dangerous even for an experienced hunter or woodsman. Dana and Rolf were neither. Dana’s idea of roughing it was any hotel other than a Ritz Carleton. I knew from Rolf’s visits to the country club that he couldn’t walk even nine holes without breathing heavily. Lack of water and lack of blood would make him as useful as a baby. I knew that a bear’s nose was as sensitive as a shark’s. I also knew that they would have no defense against the coyotes that roamed the low mountains and their thick pine forests. A single coyote could kill the two of them in a minute. I wasn’t kidding my staff when I told them that I needed time to recover. I had both physical and emotional problems to overcome, and then I still had to run my business, something that hadn’t taken place for more than five months, but couldn’t continue for much longer. There were billions of dollars invested my Bellamy Funds. Those investments required the buying and selling of stocks and bonds on a daily basis. That was something Dana never understood, but the prospective purchasers obviously did. My business was worth triple what they had offered. Once I had finished breakfast I did what I had to do—what any citizen in my circumstances would do—I phoned the police. “My name is Martin ...