The address in the invitations turned out to be a penthouse suite in an apartment building.There was low lighting, the suite empty, but the floor to ceiling sliding glass doors, were open. The light was faint, and the sound of a jacuzzi tub bubbled loudly to the side, the cover off, and bathing the area with the glow of white light. A conference table was prepared with writing utensils and notepads. Beethovens Sixth filled the room and Al sat at the table facing the door and waiting for his guests to arrive.