January 31 Tuesday Night.

Hi Journey.

It is so late even my eyelids are hurting. Schoolers is a little 24 hour diner just off the Embarcadero in San Fran. I just shoved an omelet and coffee with dry toast into a Styrofoam bucket and brought it back to my room here at the Hyatt.

(I'll squeeze in the Parrish at the Palace if I get a chance, J. Really, I will.)

Flight delay. Horrid weather at Denver , and so I didn't reach SFO until after Midnight. It's pushing 2:30 now. I did ask the people at the diner how they came up with such a weird name and they said the place was originally slated to be called Schooners but apparently the painter had hefted a few schooners too many while we has on the job; hence, the name.

Air-phoned Mattie from the plane so she wouldn't stew. Probably a $15 call, but worth every cent if she doesn't worry. We weren't planning on dinner or anything anyway, but I wanted to make sure she knew I was safe. She worries enough about Casey as it is.

Vivian walked into my office and apologized to me yesterday. Said she realized she'd been a snot about the poker game and wanted me to know it wouldn't happen again. I took her word for it—what else could I do? I wanted to point-blank grill her about where she and Dana were last Wednesday afternoon, but I didn't. I'm going to try my best just to trust her.

Although honestly, Journey, part of me wants to set a trap and see if she springs it. Not very professional or boss-like, I know, but my gut says that is exactly what I need to do. I think Brady could come up with some electronic snooping gadget to monitor her computer or her cell phone, but downside to that is he's in pretty tight with Joni and although I know Joni has no large love for Viv she might blab to Shelly who'd probably go and protect Dana who'd squeal straight to Viv.

Probably best to use live bait.

Trade show tomorrow, then Mattie. Goodnight, J.

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