Chapter 15: XV

XV Cedar Hill Inn Mickey Linehan used the telephone to wake me a little after noon. “We’re here,” he told me. “Where’s the reception committee?” “Probably stopped to get a rope. Check your bags and come up to the hotel. Room 537. Don’t advertise your visit.” I was dressed when they arrived. Mickey Linehan was a big slob with sagging shoulders and a shapeless body that seemed to be coming apart at all its joints. His ears stood out like red wings, and his round red face usually…