He groaned, “For God’s sake, what’s this all about, Ran…. I mean, mister?”
“Look, I really need to see you. Meet me in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre at 10:00 pm and come alone. 10:00 pm.”
I hung up the phone before he had a chance to protest.
I went back to the car and told Tiffany to slide over. I drove her out to Pasadena to the Hotel Parisian, stopping along the way to pick up some toiletries and change of clothing.
I got her checked in and settled and she walked me to the door of the room…