Chapter 4“Stand back, everyone, give him some air…”
Jimmy cleared the area around the table, focusing all of his attention on Casey Crais. The man’s brown eyes bulged from their sockets, but his body had ceased its violent gyrations. Relief spread through Jimmy as he realized the playwright was alive and breathing on his own, as if he was unaware of what had transpired in the last minute. Jimmy helped loosen his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Casey heaved once, coughed up a foamy spittle, where it dribbled down the side of his cheeks. Jimmy felt a presence beside him. He turned to see Welly Calloway, a cocktail napkin in a hand shaking with nerves.
Jimmy took hold of it, wiping at Casey’s face. He coughed again, and then was able to sit up. He shook his head, as though to cle
