CHAPTER

40

GOOD MAP. GENE had always been precise.

The Hollywood Hills, not far from where Shawna had fallen.

I called Milo first, asked for permission to let Agnes Yeager know.

“Why don't you let me get a crew there first?” he said. “Make sure the guy didn't lie. Make sure we pick him up too. Full name?”

I told him, feeling all sorts of things but pushing them aside with images of Shawna's Christian burial. No doubt Agnes would invite me. Maybe I'd attend, maybe I wouldn't.

“Okay,” said Milo. “I'm to call Petra because it's Hollywood territory. Meet her up there and see what we've got. How'd you do it, Alex—no, don't tell me. We'll talk later.”

“Sure,” I said, hanging up and dialing another number.

Adam Green answered. “Hey.”

“This is Alex Delaware, Adam.”

“Al— Oh, the shrink. What, something finally go down about Shawna?”

“Maybe,” I said. “It could hit the papers. I wanted to reach you beforehand, keep my word.”

“The papers? Hey, your word was give me the story. For my screenplay.”

“That's the thing, Adam. There really is no story.”