TITLE: Castle Danger
Bad guy Vossler introduces himself to MC Matt, in order to get some help connecting with Vossler's ex-wife, who is also Matt's boss, although Matt doesn't know they're exes.
Matt looked for a packet of white powder in Vossler's palm. There was none. But he didn't extend his hand. "Matt."
"No offense, Matt, but you ain't the most sociable guy I ever met."
"None taken. I'm not much of a talker. I mind my own business, don't get involved in other people's."
During his previous two, brief encounters with Vossler, Matt had felt nothing but suspicion. He looked like a glad hander, or a scumbag, someone who told lies for a living, or operated in the gray areas of business, if not the downright illegal areas. He would have tried to put as much space between the two of them as Allyson obviously had.
"Can you tell me when I can connect with Allyson? I'd sure like to say hi before I go home."
Vossler looked annoyed. "L.A. Where you from, Matt?"
Oh great. The worst big city for every kind of hustler. Matt had played dozens of gigs in L.A. back in the day, and even recorded a few albums as a sideman. He couldn't wait to escape all the phony, backstabbing, social-climbing sycophants who haunted the entertainment business. People looking to hit it rich one way or the other without doing any real work.
"Nowhere special like L.A."
"No offense again, Matt, but you're starting to sound like someone who ain't too eager for people to know much about you."
"Just people I don't know well enough to trust."
Vossler leaned back a bit and spread his arms in a pleading manner. "Hey, I'm a friend of Allyson's. Ain't that enough trust?"
"I hardly know Allyson. I just work for her."
"Not long enough to trust her."
"Right, right. Mister closed book."
They stared each other for a moment, then Matt took slow, deliberate bites of his burger and fries.
Vossler's expression darkened and he sat down across from Matt. "Okay, look, pal, I don't have a lot of time, but I figure you can help me connect with Allyson. I'm gonna level with you so you know I'm legit."
Matt raised his eyebrows in a mock-impressed attitude. "I'm listening."
Vossler reached into his leather jacket and pulled out an envelope. He removed the document inside and unfolded it. "Her name ain't Allyson Clifford."
"Is that so?"
Vossler slid the document across the table. "Her real name is Susan Vossler."