Los Angeles
As it turned out, Grant didn’t immediately travel to Seattle. He had rent to pay after all, and when a producer in Los Angeles called and requested Grant come out to see him, all expenses paid, Grant had to accept.
Dex Loomis was a high-level producer at one of the biggest studios, and as Grant was shown into his office, he stood and shook Grant’s hand. “Mr. Waller, thank you for coming.”
“You’re welcome, although I’m at a loss at what I can do for you. You need a journalist?”
“You’re a writer, yes, but that’s not why I called you.” Dex looked at his assistant. “Thanks, Mike, can you give us the room?”
The assistant melted away and the two men were alone. Dex smiled at Grant, but the warmth did not extend to his eyes. Dex was tall, florid, and pudgy, not older than forty,
