Chapter Two
The mid-forties is no age to be when you have no wife, no home and no job.
Worse, when you live in Los Angeles where money, youth, and cosmetic surgery are the yardsticks used to assess a person’s worth.
For William Overbury, who had an abundance of the above and absolutely none of the below, being smack bang in the middle of life had been made even worse by the knowledge that if he didn’t come up with crystal-meth man’s money within the week, that life, depressingly middle-aged as it was, would be snuffed out.
And none too painlessly!
Of this he was in no doubt, and a simple search of recent newspaper cuttings via Google in the local library had confirmed what he already suspected.
The man whose picture he recognised, this as he left court after being acquitted of any in
