Damian Hedge would have to wait till tomorrow. We were about to call it a day when my cell rang. It was Halsey. “We have to talk,” he said. “Barry’s dead.” “We sort of know that,” I said. “Don’t tell me,” he said. “You’re investigating his murder.” “We’re trying.” “Where are you guys?” “Raleigh Studios.” “That’s fantastic. I’m just across the street. I’m wrapping up a meeting at Paramount. Meet me at Fabiolus Café on Melrose and Van Ness in ten minutes.” “Hold on.” I hit the mute button. “It’s Halsey,” I said to Terry. “He wants to talk.” “Cop business or show business?” “Good question,” I said. “Let’s decide when we get there.” Terry and I arrived first.