Chapter 24
Quietly Now
Someone was shaking him awake, and just in time too. Still at that long ago lunch meeting with the editor, and someone at the next table was laughing. Bill realized he’d sat through the entire meeting in his underwear.
“Bill.”
Fucking underwear dreams were the worst.
The editor seemed not to notice. He shoveled food, double fisted, into the open snout of his bear mask, into his mouth, all the time still talking.
There’s a bumpy road ahead my friend, he said, and a mash of masticated food, broken teeth, and blood fell from his wide-open gob.
“C’mon, Bill. Get up!”
But he couldn’t. The hands on his shoulders were small, smooth. A lady’s hands, and her voice was soft, sexy.
Bill was already up, but standing was a different story. You couldn’t conceal a h
