Last night, Cerise and I dropped by the Round Robin Bar at the Willard Hotel to enjoy some of their exquisite cocktails before the theater. After we had ordered, she surveyed the crowd, then leaned close, speaking softly. “See that fellow over there?” Cerise asked. “The one drinking alone? That’s Bletchley. I know his wife. … Continue reading The ICE Men Bungleth Custody of Jakadrien Turner