Chapter 15We got to Ryan and Wilson’s house mid-afternoon on the following Tuesday. We planned it so the traffic wouldn’t be quite as heavy. I rented a red Buick Regal at the Santa Monica airport and drove up the coast to Ryan’s place. We got all of our luggage into the guest room. Chris had brought a lot; I had brought a lot less.
“What are you going to do while we’re tied up at the studio tomorrow?” Ryan asked me.
“Absolutely nothing,” I answered. “Isn’t it time I sat back and let others bring in the money?”
“Yes! Good for you. I’m not sure how late tomorrow will go but usually the first day is kind of short.”
“Good. I’ll sleep in, then I’ll be ready when you get home.”
“And then what?” Chris asked, leering at me.
“We’ll have to see how well you did. I’m not going to reward you for
