"Sort of hiding" because I was fairly sure that the guys in question would take Door Number Two and try to shoot me, a lot.
Why me? I'm T. R. Macdonald, a sort-of unemployed broker/analyst from the boutique—we handle a small number of very rich clients—firm of Fields, Smith, and Barkman. My sort-of girlfriend, Kandi, had asked me to go to Vegas to see if we could talk to her cousin Chet, because she thinks his adoptive father, Dr. Woodrow Shaw, may be nuts. Are you getting all this? There will be a quiz. Dr. Shaw asked me to go, too, and he offered to pay.