Dino jumped to his feet. “I guess that’s my cue.”
“You could act a little heartbroken about missing the end of the board meeting.”
Dino put a hand on his chest. “It’s with a heavy heart that I must miss more mind-numbing hours of talking. Is that better?”
“Don’t count on getting a part in any of Peter’s movies.”
“You just don’t recognize true talent.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Dino gave him an exaggerated bow, then left for a trip to the LAPD headquarters downtown, where he had an appointment to meet with the top brass of L.A.’s police and fire departments.
—
Winston Petry was having a wonderful day. He’d slept in until ten, had room service brunch at eleven, and an in-room massage at noon.
After he finished the latter, he called Sticks.
“Afternoon, Mr. Petry.”
“How are you today, Sticks?”
“I’m feeling pretty damn good. And yourself?”
“Same. I’m counting on you to make sure I stay that way.”
“Guaranteed. Have you decided when you want me to start the show?”
“We’ll play that by ear. I want to make sure the intended recipient of my message is paying attention.”
“Works for me.”
“Promise me you’ll make sure the paintings are displayed in a way that he won’t miss what they are.”
“Don’t sweat it. I got it covered.”
“If this goes off without a hitch, I’ll find more work for you.”
“No if about it.”
Petry smiled. It truly was a wonderful day.
—
Two and a half hours later, Teddy, as Billy Barnett, was on the phone with Stacy discussing party preparations when he spotted Sticks and Benji on the street, walking toward the parking garage.
“Sorry, Stacy. I need to run.”
“When are you coming back? There are a few things I want you to check out before the guests arrive.”
“Not sure yet, but I trust your judgment.”
“Don’t blame me if you don’t like something.”
“Have I ever blamed you for anything?”
“No, but there’s always a first time.”