Chapter 6It’s Time Redux
On Thursday afternoon, Matheson presented the results of his investigation.
Anson Davies, the same Anson Davies who’d written that cautionary memo to Sperling, was the director who’d been having Miss Jones spy on my agent.
This did not make me a happy man, as he was going to discover in the very near future.
“He’s going to want to confront you,” I told Matheson. “As soon as you get the call, let me know.” I’d let Davies think I was ignorant of his plans, then turn up and pop his bubble.
“Yes, sir.”
I nodded, and he left, his step jaunty. As the door closed, I heard him whistling the strains of a disgustingly sweet melody.
Jesus, some people moved in with a lover and totally lost their minds.
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“Mr. Stanley to see you, sir.”
“Send him in, Ms. Parker.
