WE FINISH BREAKFAST. ROGER pours himself another Bloody Mary, and Suzanne and I freshen up our coffees. She sits back in her chair like she’s trying to catch some serious rays.
“Here’s the short and long of it, Moonlight,” she exhales after a time. “Roger and I are in trouble. Big trouble. Perhaps even the type of trouble you might consider life threatening. And trust me when I say it has absolutely nothing to do with a few prank phone calls. That, my friend, is child’s play compared to what you’re about to hear.”
I sip my coffee, listen.
“You see, Moonlight,” Suzanne goes on, “after the trouble I had in New York, when I was more or less run out of town, I nearly went mad. The literary industry was my life, and I was considered a rock star amongst age
