Chapter 16
It was late afternoon. The rain had abated, leaving in its wake the smell of water and trash. The temperature had gone up a little, making the air outside feel sticky, moist, like something one could reach out and grasp in a handful. Sean stood outside on his balcony in the dying light, turning the card Josh Tyler had given him in his hands over and over again. He knew he had to call the man, had to see if he could reason with him. The thought unnerved him. Sean despised conflict, and here he was, smack dab in the middle of it. This situation, whatever one wanted to call it, couldn’t be more contentious.
What could he say to get his Arliss out of making this movie? What words would compel someone who was probably coldhearted and with his eye only on the financial bottom line t
