Al woke up on Wednesday and decided that he would go into Hartford and not leave until he’d gotten the info he needed. He showered and shaved. He practised his spiel in front of the mirror until he believed it. He put on a fresh shirt and the same outfit he’d wore the day before. He drank instant coffee and chewed a toasted bagel. He’d break for lunch in Hartford, maybe the new deli in the XL Center. He hoped only one trip would take care of business. He hated Hartford. He got popped for petty larceny and got ninety days. The drive on 84 was a zoo. Al fought against everybody else trying to get to work. He pulled off the highway…