Audibon slid his address book into his pocket and shook hands. He was a little drunk. "What? The Thinker in the fleshpots? No hunting here, Jake. This is my private jungle."
"You can have it, Roy."
"I already got it, son. What's the matter?"
"I don't like it here."
"Don't like it? Look around. Enjoy. What can't you like?"
"Myself. We're intruding. Doesn't it make you feel cheap?"
"Makes me feel one thing, son, and that doesn't come cheap. You alone? Let's bleed the lizard."
Lennox hesitated. "I'm looking for a man named Norman."
"Looking for a man? Here? Man, your loins need regrinding." Audibon left him abruptly and tapped a dark brown girl on the nape of the neck. She turned and revealed a classic Egyptian face with high cheekbones and wide deep-set eyes. Audibon spoke a few words and then swept her out onto the dance floor.
Lennox went out to the foyer to enlist the manager in his search. He was informed that the manager was in the john. He investigated, but the john was empty. As Lennox was about to leave, the door opened and one of the upswept blondes entered.