A limo was waiting in the parking lot the next morning when I stepped off the elevator of my apartment and onto the curb. The driver took my bags, slid them in the back, and then opened the back door for me. After he was in the driver's seat, I instructed him to take me to Casey Roger's apartment and gave him the address. Frank had given me all of the information before I left the night before.

We pulled up in front of an apartment a few minutes later that reminded me of the ...