Exposure

Graham had this sinking feeling in his stomach. It felt like Paris all over again. If Lanie died this whole affair would blow up in his face. Hollywood would want a scapegoat, and he fit the bill to a T. His having tried to help wouldn’t matter. The star machine would crucify him.

Burke impatiently motioned for Graham to come and help get Lanie into

Graham got a feel for how paramedics were pumped for information as they delivered their charges to the ER.

Burke continued: “We need to get Lanie out of here before the paparazzi start camping on the doorstep. I’ve called for a medical van to pick her up and take her back to her house.” “What’s going

wished the Citroën were an automatic. He could have put it in drive and let it commit suicide on its own. The stick meant he had to push it over the edge.

needed to get shit-faced and forget everything that had happened.

Croc was furiously signaling for him to pull over. Lady Godiva’s hand was over her mouth. She looked terrified.

Just before the tunnel’s entrance, the Peugeot smashed the Citroën’s left taillight, shattering glass.

Graham sniffed the air. There was an acrid, familiar smell, the heavy smoke of marijuana. Had they gone down below to smoke grass?

smashing into the wreck, mere inches separating him from the accident.

When Lady Godiva took her famous ride, the townspeople of Coventry all agreed they wouldn’t watch as she passed by. But supposedly there was one fellow, a tailor named Tom, who violated their agreement by peeping at her through an open shutter. Peeping Tom paid for his lecherous ways.

They drove for almost a quarter of an hour before

The world was amoral. To be idealistic was to ask to be blindsided,

There was no better time to intimidate than when waking someone from a deep sleep.

an actor friend of mine calls the ‘John Wayne status.’ ” “What’s that?” The question brought a small smile to her face. “Wayne never performed until he finished his morning’s business. Usually, he was regular. But every so often, he was stymied. Sometimes there would be hundreds of people on the set milling about for hours, waiting for one man to have a bowel movement.

brought back memories of that night. Truth serum. His captors