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“You’re trespassing.”
She was standing next to the Acura with the car door still open as though readying for a quick escape. She held up her phone. “I’m going to call the police.”
“I’m not here to hurt you, Grace.”
“Do I know you?”
“My name is Myron Bolitar. I was—I am—Greg’s agent.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Myron gave her a somewhat theatrical sigh. “Do we really have to play this game? Go ahead. Call the police. Let everyone, including Joey the Toe, know where you are.”
She didn’t move.
“I don’t want to get you or your family in trouble. And by family, I mean your son Brian aka Bo aka Montana bartender Stevie.”
Grace swallowed and finally lowered the phone. “How did you find me?”
“It doesn’t matter. No one else is onto you. Yet.”
“So what do you want?”
“I need to talk to Greg.”
“Greg is dead.”
“Yeah no,” Myron said.
“What?”
“He’s not dead.” Myron started walking to the house. “Is he here?”
“No, of course not. He’s dead. You’re his friend. You know that.”
Ah, so now she knows who Myron is.
“This house is awfully big for one person,” Myron said.
“Greg bought it for me before he died.”
“When?”
“That’s not your—”
“I can get the tax records.”
“I have a new boyfriend now.”
“Uh-huh. So how did Greg die?”
“He had cancer.”
“What kind?”
Slightest of hesitations. “Kidney.”
“Painful,” Myron said. “So was he hospitalized? In palliative care? Where did he die exactly?”
