The rest of the room fell silent as I listened."Malissa, he isn't dead. Or I should say 'She', isn't dead. But I don'tknow where she is. Just that she...s alive." How Momma, how do you know?" of the three of us he was the oldestoutcast."Go to the house and tell Darla or Mai Ling to give you the photo albumin the black binding. There's a picture your cousin Ron took at hisfuneral. When you have it call me back." Malissa? Are you ok? Is your Momma ok?" Donnie wanted to know."I, I'm sorry I'll be. ‘Shee-it,’ I whispered under my breath. I coulda sworn Maddy said the same thing. Hoping she’d take my lead, however, I flipped open my cell phone and pretended like I just received my own important call. ‘Yep, it’s about 8:00 here,’ I said. ‘Hold on a sec let me step outta where I am…hold on…yes…hold on.’ I rushed out of the restaurant, but fucked up the grand exit a bit as I fumbled with the door, which I forgot opened the opposite way than they do in the States (real fire hazard by the. Well I had enough. I untied my feet without them noticing. I just hoped that the little wink meant that she had faked the closing the door or at least had given him an old key and mine was still on top of the dresser so in a worst case I would be naked for less than a minute going from this room to my room via the outside hall way.I had no idea how long this all had taken because suddenly the door opened and there were Julie and Liza.I quickly held my finger to my mouth and gave them via hand. He became a photo-journalist about fifteen years ago for the Chicago Tribune, but he got canned about seven years ago for letting his alcoholism interfere with his work. They let him be a freelancer, and helped him expand his contacts into Hollywood and Nashville celebs, so he's still got an 'in' with them." Do we know what scares him or motivates him?" Not really; money I suppose. He was married for about ten years, but is long divorced. He lives modestly. Trying to figure out his fears and.