When it opens, a man in a suit answers. “Name?” “Babe Ruth.” He nods and then opens the door. “Follow the hall, first door on the right.” “Thanks,” I say as Banner stands there, his mouth agape. When I push at his shoulder to get him moving, he whispers, “Dude, you’re part of a mob, aren’t you? Listen, I knew I said I would follow you anywhere, but this is pushing it. I won’t survive in jail, you know that.”
