Chapter 4

“You’re Julian Gault,” said Rafi’s mouth without his permission. “The movie star.”

“Lovely to meet you,” the man said, eeling his way out of Rafi’s arms. “And you are?”

Rafi’s brain had flatlined; he didn’t answer.

“Did you hit your head?” Julian’s perfect alabaster brow wrinkled. “Or are you having a stroke? Is that why you pulled over in such an idiotic spot?”

“No,” Rafi managed. “That was because…” He gestured inarticulately with the phone that was, miraculously, still in his hand, the screen dark now over Bo’s picture.

Julian Gault’s lip curled in disgust. “You were on your phone? You could have killed someone!”

“I was only on the phone once I stopped!”

“You’re still an idiot,” Julian said. He stepped back and dusted off his hands. “Well, good luck with all this. I have a Gala to attend, preferably before the authorities get here.”

“Yeah,” Rafi said, “that sounds like a good—wait, gala? The Constellation Gala? That’s where I’m going!”