As I drove out to William Sperry's mansion in Beverly Hills I had a real twinge of nostalgia. It would've been just like old times had it not been for a Hollywood actor sitting in the passenger's seat asking me inane questions.
"How often do you get shot at?" Mason asked.
Good lord.
"More often than you want to," I said.
I pulled through the gates and drove up the driveway past the perfectly manicured lawn, with perfectly manicured shrubbery, probably kept up by a perfectly manicured gardener.
I wondered what could possibly happen to people with such perfect lives…
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Maybe we’ll find out what happens to them soon...!
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Yeah, we'll be getting to the meat of the story soon.