CHAPTER 5 San Francisco, California Golden Gate Bridge Wednesday, 17 th October 2001 “She was the best detail you were ever handed, shipmate,” Jake remarked as he gazed at the fog rolling in from the Pacific. Occasionally a car or truck would continue to appear behind us – crawling slowly through the “pea soup” flowing over the bridge – as foghorns echoed in the distance. We were both leaning on the clammy railing, I glanced at my watch; it’s now 3:16 A.M. Then I turned to look at Jake. Jesus, dear reader! Who was this guy? How the fuck did he know I was thinking about Valerie? To make certain, I asked, “What d-detail?” “Valerie...” Jake flatly repli...