I'd come to Westwood for the weekend to attend a book festival but my real agenda was trouble. On Saturday night around 11, Ray and I were zooming down Sunset Boulevard in his boyfriend's original '60s convertible Beetle. The new ones are so trendy that it made the originals hip again.
Nothing seems real.
Trouble will be my middle name. Just you wait. Ray glanced at me. Statements like that are frightening, coming from you. I glanced at him.