I made a little shrug and smiled. Mr. Confident & Assured. “It’s rarely that bad. People usually don’t change their names five times and move to the Amazon. People use credit cards, and credit histories list prior residences, and people own cars and driver’s licenses and social security numbers, and any of these things are ideal for tracing someone.”

He didn’t seem bolstered by my assuredness. He rubbed at his hair again and got up and paced. “Peter is three weeks away from making a film, and he has to start this crap about finding his family. Christ, he hasn’t seen the woman in over ten years. You’d think he could wait until the picture was finished.”

“Insensitive of him.”

Donnie crossed his arms and kept pacing. “Hey, I know what that sounds like, but you’ve got to understand. We’ve got forty million dollars committed to Peter’s film. I’ve already spent eighteen mil. I’ve got sets and soundstage rent. I’ve got stars with play-or-pay deals and a crew I’ll have to carry. If Peter is distracted, we could run over budget into the tens of millions. We could end up with another Heaven’s Gate. I could lose my ass.”

Maybe I’d be nervous, too. “Okay. Then maybe it makes sense to wait until the picture is finished before we get started. The ex-wife will still be wherever she is. I’ll still be around. Call me then.”

Donnie rolled his eyes and stopped the pacing and dropped into another chair. “Did you see Chainsaw?”

“Yes.”

“Chainsaw was Peter’s first picture. He made it for something like four hundred thousand. It grossed four hundred million and overnight Peter Alan Nelsen went from parking cars to being Hollywood’s new Wunderkind. Every picture he’s made has grossed a fortune. Every studio in town wants Peter Alan Nelsen’s next picture. The biggest actors in the business suck around him for a role and Oscar-winning screenwriters pimp their mothers for a shot at a development deal. You hear what I’m saying?”

“You’re saying that Peter gets what Peter wants.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Peter being happy is the most important thing there is. Peter wants to find these people, and we want Peter happy, so we’re gonna hire somebody.”

I said, “Make Peter happy.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Donnie slapped his palms down on the table and stood. “I like you. I like you fine. Peter knows about you, and wants to meet you, so all we have to do now is go over and see him. If Peter’s happy, you’re hired.”

“Making Peter happy is the most important thing.”