“Right.” Donnie Brewster lowered his voice, like maybe someone else might hear, and leaned toward me. Conspiratorial. “Tell you the truth, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you find his ex or not. But if it makes Peter happy to have someone looking, then we’ll have someone looking.”

Mr. Sincerity.

He made a little let’s-go gesture and started for the door. “We’ll go over to meet him now. Whatever Peter says, just nod and say sure. Whatever he wants, say no problem. He asks how long, say a couple of weeks, max.”

“Make Peter happy.”

“Yeah. Peter being happy is all that matters.”

I looked at Pat Kyle, and then I looked back at Donnie Brewster and shook my head. “You’re asking me to lie to a client. I won’t do that. You’re also asking me to mislead him. I won’t do that, either.”

Donnie stopped with his hand on the knob and looked horrified. “Hey. Hey, I’m not asking you to do any of that. I love Peter Alan Nelsen like a brother.” He made a nervous glance out the door. Never know who might be listening. “I’m just saying agree with the guy, that’s all, and we’ll work out reality later.”

“No.”

“No? What does that mean, no?” He ran back into the room and spread his hands. “You can’t say no to Peter Alan Nelsen!”

“I’m not saying no to Peter Alan Nelsen. I’m saying no to you.”

Confused. “Hey, you want Peter happy, don’t you? Peter’s not happy, you won’t get hired. You know what a job like this could mean?”

“Ulcers?”

Donnie spread his hands even wider and gave incredulous, like how could I miss it? “You work for Peter Alan Nelsen, you get on the A list. You get on the A list, you’ll be working for the biggest names in the business. You might even get written up in People magazine.”

I said, “Wow.”

Donnie raised his hands to the ceiling and looked at Pat Kyle. Her face was red and she was making a choking sound. He said, “What kind of guy is this? What kind of guy did you bring me?”

She turned up her palms. “Someone with principles?”

Donnie began rubbing at his head again and tugging at his ponytail. He rubbed so hard that I thought I saw hair fall, but that might’ve been my imagination. He said, “This isn’t going to work. Peter isn’t going to go for this.”

Pat said, “Peter and I spoke about Elvis at length. He sounded agreeable to me.”

Donnie gestured at me. “But this guy’s saying he won’t play along. You know how Peter is. He can be a monster.” He made the nervous glance again, checking the door and the windows for ears. “Hey, I love him like a brother.”