The Films, Please?
I drank my morning espresso and shot the s**t with Monroe. He was already drinking a beer, which would kill my stomach, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
“Time is of the essence,” I said. “I figured this would only require six days in L.A. We’re gonna be half again that if we’re lucky.”
“What do you want to do?” Monroe asked.
“We’ve got to get Farouk to pressure them. Make them act. We’ve got to get in there with those girls.”
“I’ll have him make a call,” Monroe said.
The board got together first thing in the morning. Calvin had been killed, and despite the fire damage, the initial report was that it appeared to have been murder.
“You think it was those guys we were warned about?” Mike Servillo asked.
“Who knows?” Pete said. “I tried getting hold of Smiles to see
