Chapter 12

But Lou says nothing else, so Johnny takes a steadying breath and swallows down his fear. “Yeah? I’m here.” He turns, sweeping the room with a glance, and for the first time realizes he’s alone. Repositioning the mouthpiece, he calls out, “Brett?”

“Johnny,” Lou says again. “Pay attention, will you? Who’d you tell about the audition?”

“What?” Johnny snags a pair of worn boxers off the floor and cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear as he steps into them. When the waistband snaps into place, he pads out of the bedroom, into the hall, heading for the living room, but he already knows Brett isn’t there. “The audition? I don’t know, why?”

Lou answers with another question. “Who knew it was a Roxy Greene film?”

“You.” Johnny stops in the hallway and pouts into the empty living room.

“Don’t be a smartass,” Lou warns. “Who else?”