Edison Mayhew was sitting in a corner booth in Bob"s Pizza Palace, chatting up an actor over all-you-can-eat pizza buffet. The detritus of pepperoni bits and slops of marinara sauce dotted their plates—with pools of amber-hued oil spattered about the mess haphazardly—and wadded napkins saturated with the stuff littered the table between them. They"d started with pleasantries, but Edison was moving into his pitch to get the actor on board for his latest project.
He was paying for the meal, so he got to take his time and explain the project to the actor, Jimmy Donovan. Jimmy was hot s**t at the moment, having just appeared in the TV movie B-Lizzard, about giant reptiles that attacked and ate people during a snowstorm. It didn"t make any sense, but no one seemed to care. It sold. Jimmy’s fac
