Just as Roger settled into his observation point outside Nancy's place, he saw her come out the door. At least he thought that was her. He grabbed his binoculars and confirmed that the dressed-to-kill knockout getting into Nancy's car was in fact Nancy. Her short red dress, tall black pumps, and sleek hair style gave her a bad girl look that he was very happy to see for the first time.

Maybe it was Roger's hormonal lock on Nancy that kept him from noticing the black Jeep that followed him away from the curb and back down Route 101. Although he hadn't noticed it when the jeep first picked him up at the health club either.

The three vehicles made easy progress along the freeway. The occupant of the Jeep made phone calls to Hank Brooks as they left San Francisco. Later each vehicle separately pulled into the Palo Alto Golf and Country Club. Hank told his man to snoop around and call back to tell him what was going on at the country club.

At about that time, John Lexicon valeted his Mercedes at the front door of the clubhouse. Hank's man started putting things together and called back for instructions. Hank realized that he couldn't afford to take any chances on getting things done right this time. He told his man to hold back and keep an eye on things. Hank ran to his car like his life depended on it. A good assumption. It would take him at least twenty minutes to get there.

While Hank Brooks was driving to Palo Alto, Nancy was making use of her time. She thought her heart was going to pound through her chest when she saw Lexicon come in right behind her. All of a sudden she knew she could never pull this off. She hated being nervous and now she was getting nervous about being nervous!

"Nancy McGill? Is that you?" a voice asked.

"Marilyn, hi how are you?" came squeezing and wheezing out of Nancy.

"Not as good as you. You look fabulous. Who is he? Who are you dressed for? What's the gossip?"

"Marilyn you're always jumping to conclusions, I'm really not..."

"Okay, no gossip for me. We'll just see what develops then. I'll be watching." With that, Marilyn what-ever-her-divorced-name-is headed back to the bar.

Roger Tango had also made his way into the clubhouse. After being worried that silk suits would be required for entry, he noticed many sport coats like the one in his back seat. There were plenty of Silicon Valley nerds turned nerd managers on the local rubber chicken circuit. Roger could fit right in with them. The big execs and money men played in one section of the room and the struggling startup company managers gathered in the other. Every parade needs an audience.

Nancy saw her chance with Lexicon when someone he was talking to got pulled away by her husband. She decided she couldn't think about what to do or say. It would be too scary. She'd talk herself out of it. She'd just walk straight for him and see if he took the bait.



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