Chapter 22

Ryan was ravenously hungry, and the eggs and bacon tasted wonderful. Suddenly, he stopped. “My briefcase!”

“I have it.” Boon paused as if to approach a sensitive subject.

“What?”

“While I waited to see if you were going to be okay, I opened it to see if I could tell if they’d rifled through it. If they took anything, they didn’t leave a mess.”

“I’ll be sure if everything’s there.”

Now Boon paused, as if what he was about to say would upset Ryan. “I know I shouldn’t have, but I read those papers. I read the script, and I’m afraid my opinion is it’ll be a box office flop. Why would people pay to see a drama of such unrelenting darkness? None of the characters have any redeeming qualities, and evil men win.”

Ryan sighed. “I know.”