Larry held the door as Davey entered the apartment on the fourteenth floor of the Del Amo Hotel. A distinguished middle-aged man sat in an antique chair, a bottle of wine and two glasses near him on an elegant table.

Larry made an introduction, Davey didn't listen except to start when referred to as 'Miss Dee Dee LaTours'. It's Davey Towers, he reminded himself.

"Please sit, my dear," said the older man, standing as Davey entered. "I'll pour the wine and we can get acquainted."

"That's what I'm afraid of," said Davey. His own nervous giggle caught him by surprise.