Whitaker waited with foreboding for the storm to break.

But for some reason, though he was constrained and impatient and feverishly active, Kenny avoided the subject of Brian.
He lost poise and patience all at once, pushed aside his plate and challenged Whitaker with a look.
"Why did you want to eat in the studio ?" "I came to talk." "Whitaker," blustered Kenny, "where's Brian ?" "Working." "On your paper ?" "No.

Brian's left New York.

He's driving somebody's car.

And I found the job for him through my paper.