Chapter 11
Gabe slipped into the brick colonial on a quiet street on the Connecticut side of the Connecticut/Rhode Island border. The pretty house was owned by Sebastian Hanover—”Of the Bahston Hanovers,” he liked to say with a grin. He’d been turned during the Roaring Twenties, when a flapper turned out to be more than just a girl in a short dress with fringe. Gabe had first met Hanover in Manhattan in 1930, when Gabe had taken Jane Littlebury, who’d become his black swan shortly after the First World War, to see Cole Porter’s The New Yorkers.
It had started to snow, no cabs were to be had, and Sebastian Hanover had instructed his chauffeur to pull over to the curb and offered them a lift.
Jane had recognized him—she enjoyed thumbing through the rotogravure—and Gabe knew immediately wh
