Not as far as anyone knows. I just talked to him, for chrissake. Of course he was dead. When you're in a pickle, pull the old fragile-female trick. Works every time.
Men are real suckers for it.
I raised my left hand slowly to my forehead. I let my knees buckle, like I was going to fall right down. Suddenly I had three or four suits hearding me toward the house. Right off the brick patio, which we walked across to get to the house, is a room that I don't really know the name of. I guess maybe it's the casual living room and the other one is the formal living room, but, jeez, talk about extravagance.