“Starsky and Hutch don’t live in Buenas Yerbas.”
“Starsky gets kidn*pped by the West Coast Triad. There’s a gunfight on Buenas Yerbas Bay Bridge, and we’ve got a chase scene scripted with David and Paul running over car roofs at rush hour. It’ll be a headache to okay it with the traffic cops, but we need to do it on location or we’ll lose any semblance of artistic integrity.”
“Hey. You’re not taking Blood on the Tracks.”
“It’s mine.”
“Not anymore.” Luisa is not joking.
With ironic deference, Brodie takes out the record from the gym bag. “Look, I was sorry to hear about your dad.”
Luisa nods, feels grief rise and her defenses stiffen. “Yeah.”
“I guess it was … a release, of sorts.”
True, but only the bereaved can actually say so. Luisa resists
the temptation to say something acidi
