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clammy. The paramedics arrived and rushed him
away.
    “ You know who that was,
don’t you?” I asked Silverman.
    “ Fairly certain. I think
he’s Eddie Welsh, Robert Welsh’s little brother,” Silverman
said.
    I washed the blood off my arms and
hands. My clothes were soaked.
    Gloria drove back to Jack’s with
Metallica blasting on the radio. When we got back Jack was sitting
on the front porch with a scotch and a cigar.
    “ Gloria, Roger’s in surgery.
Did you want to go..?”
    Gloria turned around and walked back to
the car.
    “ You look like something out
of a horror movie.”
    I sat down in a rocking chair next to
him and downed his large scotch.
    “ I feel like getting
absolutely blitzed.”
    I put the cold glass on my
forehead.
    He laughed.
    “ Okay. I suggest you might
want to get a shower first.”
    “ Aren’t you worried about
Roger?”
    “ Worried? No. Thankful to
him? Positively. Fritz is with him and will keep me posted. And I
am very grateful you are back in one piece.”
    “ I’m going to get a
shower.”
    “ Good. We need to
talk.”
    I knew this was going to be about
David.
    The liquor was hitting hard. I realized
on my way up the long staircase that once again I hadn’t
eaten.
    The house was quiet. My blood soaked
clothes stuck to me. I dropped them into the trash. The shower was
hot and real. I sat on the floor and let the water run over me. I
finally got dressed and went downstairs.
    I went into the office before heading
into the kitchen, pouring myself another scotch.
    “ Food smells wonderful.” I
started eating shrimp wrapped in bacon.
    “ I’d watch how much you’re
drinking. First day on the set tomorrow. They want us there at
seven. Bring a book. It gets very boring. Now, let’s discuss this
evening.”
    “ David’s picking me up at
seven.”
    “ No.”
    “ Why?” I nibbled on half of
a grilled cheese sandwich.
    “ Not safe.”
    “ David said he was taking
care of that.”
    “ He’s got some security
people of his lined up. And Roger was supposed to go but obviously
he’s a little tied up.”
    “ Jack, you just don’t want
me to go.”
    He glared at me.
    “ Sam,…”
    “ Thanks for the food but
David will be here soon and I’m not ready.”
    He stopped me at the stairs.
    “ You don’t know what you’re
dealing with with David.”
    “ Oh?”
    “ The man can seduce a stone
statue. He’s known for it.”
    “ Should be interesting
then.”
    “ Awfully flip
for…”
    Now he’d crossed the line.
    “ For what, Jack?”
    “ Nothing.”
    “ For someone who gets her
money…her room and board and her basic survival from you? I wasn’t
clear on the strings attached to that. Now I guess I
am.”
    “ Sam, that’s not what I
meant.”
    He took my hands and sat me on the
step.
    “ I just…”
    “ You don’t want him to
seduce me because you want that yourself.”
    He paused. “You are extraordinarily
direct, aren’t you? But, you’re probably right. Yes.”
    “ It’s complicated, Jack.
When I can I’ll tell you about it. But not now.”
    “ Are you going to sleep with
him?”
    “ Not tonight.”
     
    Detective Hershall
Silverman walked through the suicide scene. Jameson stared at
him.
    "Silverman."
    "Jameson."
    "Suicide."
    "No, don't think so. Most
suicides don't beat themselves up before they throw themselves out
a window. Coroner called me."
    Jameson stared. "Chief says
it's a suicide then it is."
    Silverman stared back.
"I've been asked to look into it."
    "Is that right?"
    "Yeah by who?"
    "Whom. The Mayor. And some
other interested parties."
    Jameson nodded.
    "Well whoopeefuckingdoo.
I'll let the Chief know."
    "Great," Silverman
said."'Loved chatting. Maybe we can meet for an expresso later.
Ciao baby."
    Jameson glared as Silverman
giggled and walked away.
     
    I turned and walked up the
stairs.
    At five before seven David arrived.
Jack was sitting on the porch.
    It was awkward, like walking with your
shoes on backward.
    “ Five-thirty,”