“IT… IT WAS HIM!” James said. “THE-THE OTHER GUY! THE….. THE PORN KING.”
Dez and I exchanged a look. “Mick?” I asked. “Mick would never give his woman’s information out.”
“No,” James shook his head fervently. “Not….not him himself. The….the agency…he,” James choked, then started coughing up blood. One of his lungs might be ruptured. We may not have long to get this information. “He…. he worked for-for an agency. They….. They had his previous address. Mister,” he coughed again, more bubbling red spilling from his lips. “Mister…. Mister Smith. He had a…. a hunch she was with him. We took a shot in the dark.”
“Did Billy find a listing of this address for Mick’s documentation at his filming agencies?” I asked Dez.
“No,” Dez crossed his arms, staring daggers at James. The pliers were still
