“I know that guy, Luce,” he says. “John. I know I do.” Ross lets out a long breath and runs his hands over his close-cropped hair. “We need to tell Al.”
“Have you seen him today?”
“More of him than I wanted to.”
Ross tells Luce about walking in on Aldo's au natural singing and songwriting session. He forces a smile. “Make sure you knock before you go into his room. Or close your eyes. It wasn't pretty.”
“Noted,” Luce says, unsure whether she feels bemused or unsettled by the image of Aldo lying in the buff in an unlit room, headphones on and yelling into the darkness while writing lyrics he can't see. She gets up from the couch, still a bit weak in the knees. “Let's go.”
“You go,” Ross says, also getting to his feet. “You said Bale wants me downstairs. I think it's time I had a talk w
