eleven o'clock
She was the attitude-woman from the dealer 's room . But she was at a table with three other women and no men . Where was her Mr. Klingon this morning ? Cade decided it did n't matter a damn where Mr. Klingon was , but he stopped eyeballing her legs so his system would relax enough that he could leave the restaurant in time to get to the eleven o'clock writer 's panel . A few minutes later he was able to down the last of his coffee and head for the escalators . As he was descending , Cade heard a soft swear word as something ripped behind him . He turned to find a woman kneeling to try to pick up the contents of her purse .