The day was rather sunny and cheerful but for Ruud Von Bommel who was sitting on the chair on the balcony of his penthouse apartment in California, the day was as miserable as the rest of the other days had been since the day Karl Finch, the Warlock, returned from the great beyond.
He had a glass of whisky in his hand and on the floor, were scattered several empty bottles. The drinks had become his new companion. Gone was the party-going, fun-loving, movie star who was the main attraction at all the parties in the city. He was now a recluse turning down numerous offers for movie roles from top movie producers and directors to the uttermost dismay of his agent.
“What's going on, Ruud?” John Kutcher had asked one day after he had turned down a role offered by Universal Studios for a new mo
