Chapter 79

“Rafi,” she said after a moment, her voice hardly above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Rafi blinked, hard, several times—then gave up and let the tears fall. “Yeah. Me too.”

He hung up the phone.

* * * *

Julian was supposed to be in California.

He’d missed his flight, not even remembering it until hours after it departed, while he sat in the back of a cab and told the driver to “Just go. Anywhere. Just keep going.” There had already been a passenger in the back when he got in; he’d given her a hundred dollars to get out at the next red light and not try to talk to him or take his picture. She’d closed her mouth and taken the money.

He told the director that he was sick, too sick to fly, so very sorry. Whether the man actually believed him, he couldn’t say—probably not once the video hit the web—but he pretended he did. Julian had made sure that he was a dream to work with up ‘til this point, and he was cashing in that good will now.