Chapter 6

“Well, yeah, that’s a good idea maybe we could…um…”

At precisely that moment, Jordan’s phone rang. At first he felt relieved at being reprieved from continuing this conversation, but then he checked the caller ID. It was the studio. He grimaced. Oh, great! Just perfect, he thought.

“It’s the office,” he lied and got up, walking into the living room to take the call.

“Hello.”

It was Stan Henderson, Jordan’s boss. “Jordan, where the hell are you? We got the crew and a hot to trot actor with a fuckin’ hard-on here ready to go, and our fuckin’ star is missing.”

“Sorry, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I must’ve misread the schedule.”

“Well, get that fine ass of yours down here pronto!”

“Okay, okay. I’m on my way.”

Jordan hung up. He turned to see Spenser, coming out of the kitchen. He had his coat on. Henrietta was on her leash.

“You in trouble?” Spenser asked.