possibleâspy on arriving Gumballers.
For no reason other than force of will, I retained a distant hope that The Driver, if he was here, would, despite his best efforts to remain anonymous, inadvertently and telepathically reveal himself to me.
If heâs hereâeven if heâs only watchingâthereâs only one way to find him.
I had to get his attention.
I had to determine whether Gumball actually wasâdespite official statements to the contraryâa race, and if not, whether there was a tacit race within Gumball, and if so, who was participating; then, if possible, identify the organizer (if one existed), join, or get invited to join.
I parked my as-yet-unmarked M5 in the back of the hotel garageâs lowest floor as far as possible from Gumballâs reserved spotsâits lone rear-facing New York State license plate almost flush with the wall. I scoured the interior, leaving no sign of the carâs owner, origin, or purpose.
After lunch I strolled around the hotelâs perimeter, introduced myself to the entire hotel staff, tipped as many as I could afford to, then asked those Iâd tipped if they would be kind enough to subtly notify me if any Gumballers arrived. I then studied maps of San Francisco and its environs, and asked the concierge about traffic congestion the night of Gumballâs departure.
That night at ten, my cell phone rang.
âWhat the fââ The Weis demanded. â What are you doing?â
This meant he missed me. âWhy are we talking?â I fired back.
âWhy are you answering the phone?â
âIâm resting.â
âShouldnât you be busy getting ready or something?â
âI am busy,â I said. âBusy resting.â
âWhy donât you do something constructive, like study San Franâs exit points?â
âYouâre an idiot. I already bought the maps.â
âThen why donât you get in your car and check the exit points in person?â
âIf youâre so smartââI pondered a comeback that wouldnât require me to do as he suggestedââthen I will !â
âYouâre too lazy.â
âI hate you.â
âEnjoy!â
It was a great idea. I hung up, called the concierge, and demanded the cheapest rental car deliverable within the hour. I didnât want to drive the M5 unless absolutely necessary.
SUNDAY, APRIL 13, 2003
GUMBALL -4
âNow why are we talking?â The Weis actually sounded angry.
âTo talk strategy,â I said.
âI mean why are we talking now ? Did you forget the time difference? Itâs six oâclock in the morning!!â he yelled.
âYou need to be up for work soon anyway.â
âItâs Sunday!â
âOh yeah.â
â You better pray you didnât wake my fiancée!!!â
âI know her. Sheâs a heavy sleeper.â
âI hate you.â
âReady for strategy?â
âFine.â
âThe Golden Gate Bridge is out.â
âYou actually went there last night?â
âYou inspired me, so now you get a wake-up call every morning until Iâve checked all the exit points, and I wanna talk about them.â
âI really do hate you.â
âIâll be quick. Letâs talk about why the Golden Gate Bridge is out.â
âTell me what you saw. Cops, cameras, everything.â
TUESDAY, APRIL 15, 2003
GUMBALL -2
I stopped by the garage again to check on the M5. She was safe.
In the lobby I approached the concierge, a well-coiffed gray-haired gentleman.
âAh, Mr. Roy, your Federal Express boxes are here. Would you like them brought to your room?â
Thank God. âHave them brought to the garage, but not the Gumball area. Lower level, in the back.â
âRight away.â
It was time to unpack and install my secret equipment, then sticker the car, but I had one more question only The Weis could answer
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