Pat said, “He’s expecting us in five minutes.”

Donnie said, “Holy shit.” I think he was starting to hyperventilate.

I said, “Donnie. Relax. Breathe into a bag.”

Donnie said, “You relax. I got forty million bucks riding on Peter Alan Nelsen and you won’t play along. This is Hollywood. Everybody plays along!”

I made a gun out of my hand and shot him.

Donnie slumped into his chair and looked depressed. “Yeah, yeah, that’s just what’ll happen, too. In the back.”

Pat said, “Donnie, Elvis is a professional and he gets results. He has done this before.”

“But not with Peter Alan Nelsen!”

“I told him what Peter is like, and I told Peter what Elvis is like. Peter knows what to expect.”

“Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.”

I said, “Donnie. Why don’t we go see Peter and get it over with? I’m good. I might even find his kid. Think how happy he’ll be then.”

Donnie squinted and thought about it. You could see gears moving and lights flashing behind his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, that’s right.”

“Tell him I’m brilliant and gifted. Everybody knows that brilliant and gifted people are difficult.”

Donnie’s eyes got big and he slapped his hands on the table again as if he’d just found the Rosetta stone. “Yeah, yeah. That’s it! Brilliant and gifted are difficult.” He jumped up and charged toward the door. “Let’s go see him and get it over with.”

We went to see the monster.

Chapter Two

Two

The monster had both floors of a two-story tropical-style plantation house hidden behind a stand of banana and rubber trees at the back of the studio. It had once been a bungalow like any other bungalow, but now it wasn’t. Now, there was a veranda across the front and wide-slat Panamanian shutters and a lot of rough-hewn poles lashed together with coarse shipping rope to make you think you were on a tropical island someplace. Sort of like the Swiss Family Robinson’s tree house. The roof was thatched with what looked like palm fronds, and running water trickled along a false stream, and a black skull-&-crossbones flag hung from a little pole. I said, “Do we have to give him an E ticket before he lets us in?”

Donnie Brewster made the nervous frown. “Stop with the humor, okay? I tell him you’re brilliant and gifted, you make with the humor, he’s gonna know that you’re not.”

Some guys.