CHAPTER 43
I was up early and took a train to the Victoria Hotel. I had no plan except that I had to see Gary. If I didn’t, he might hate me for the rest of his life. He had always trusted me and believed that I wouldn’t tell anyone about us. I didn’t want to betray that trust.
When I approached the hotel, I spotted a group of twenty or so fans outside – a sure sign that The Remotes was still in town. Most of them were either dressed in The Remotes t-shirts or like wannabe rock stars.
I made it to the lobby but then ran into a self-important Biggo right behind the revolving door. He gave me a questioning look but said nothing. That threw me off. I hadn’t expected this, and there he was, his face far above mine, staring down at me like I was an insignificant little ant.
“I just want to
