The first day of filming had gone well. He had done some walking shot around LA and then some indoor shots with the experts for the programme. A few doctors, and recovered drug addicts, and a police officer who intercepted millions of dollars of drugs last year. He felt refreshed, the sleeping tablet he had found in his mothers jewellery box had worked wonders, in spite of the fact they were many years beyond their expiration date. Beyond the feeling of being sleep replenished, he felt numb. Lana's phone had been disconnected, and every attempt to call her today had ended in a bleeping tone on the other end of the line. He hadn't been able to contact Eddie who was styling a bride today, nor phoebe. He pondered visiting Felix but he knew he would know as little as he did.
He wanted to hear
