“How much does this pay? Union scale?”
“Sure. Yes. Right.”
“Okay, Drew!” Her voice is a little loud.
“One more thing – my name is Pete.”
“Pete?”
“Yeah. For the show. You know. Acting.”
Pete? Silas mouths.
“Can I use my regular name? Like on other reality television shows? I need the recognition. Why don’t you use Drew?”
“I’m incognito.”
“I thought you said you were Pete?”
I don’t even bother to look at Silas’ reaction.
“Watch out the window for a van. And whatever you do, don’t say my real name.”
“Okay.” She pauses. “So that means...”
“Don’t call me Drew.”
“Right. You’re Pete!”
“Yes.” I feel like I should give her a trophy for remembering. Lindsay’s life rests in this woman’s hands?
“And when you’re in my apartment, I should assume the cameras are on?”
“Yes. See you shortly.” I hang up.
“You’re crazy,” Silas says.
“Heard from Mark?”
“No.”
“Then this is our best option.”
“You’re relying on a porn star to help smuggle you into her apartment so you can covertly break into your own apartment and rescue Lindsay.”
“You got a better plan?”
He just inhales slowly.
“I thought so. This is the best plan. Mark got me out. He did the important part. I wish I knew where he was and could talk to him. I can’t. So we proceed.”
“Which means I need to get my hands on a surveillance van that looks like a handyman vehicle.”
“Right.”
“Be back in twenty.”
“Make it fast.”