Chapter SixOn the way to the office, I dropped by to see Xavier (I preferred Xavier to “A”, which I'd recently learned meant “new house or bright”).
Seated at the desk with long legs outstretched, he was focused on a 24” LED TV positioned in a combination cabinet-bookcase. A local news station was featuring a breaking story about a three-alarm strip-mall fire on the North Shore.
“Can't get enough of me?” he winked.
“Never,” I winked in return. “I was heading to the agency and figured I might as well drop in instead of calling.”
“There's not much new. Franklin's come down with a twenty-four-hour bug. James-Henri has disappeared, but I believe it's because he's devastated by what's happened. Even if he and Carlos had an 'ugly' break-up, he has to be feeling the loss.” He stretched his ar
