ABSTRACT
Don’s Sunday afternoon flight had been delayed three times and finally cancelled. He’d had to fly from Charleston to Memphis, Memphis to Houston, and Houston to San Francisco, and then take a taxi to his hotel in Oakland. By the time he got to his room, it was 11 p.m. Pacific time, but 2 a.m. on his body. His meeting with Jorge was at 7 a.m. in the plant lobby.
