A secluded corner by the Tidal Basin in Washington.
Page leaned against the car, lit his pipe,, then turned to look at the road, leaving the riverside space about a dozen steps behind him for three suit-clad young men, while he seriously kept watch for them.
Those three, with socks alone worth two hundred bucks, looked like nobility from high society, were now undoing their belts, peeing into the Tidal Basin, betting which one could pee more.
