I didn’t know where Dex was but I figured that, like most days, I’d be lucky to see him before eleven. Not long after I got to the office, I finally managed to get Xander Dean on the phone. He answered himself with a crisp “Hullo.” I explained that Dex was requesting a meeting and we sewed one up for two that afternoon. I figured that Dex would be sober and sitting in his chair by then. I hoped so, anyway. Sometimes hope is all we have. Xander Dean showed up at two minutes of two, exactly on time. Dex, on the other hand, didn’t wander off the street until two fifteen. To his credit, Dex hadn’t actually known when his appointment with Dean would be, but he’d been the one to request it. And he hadn’t checked in. So he was late. Though he showed no outward signs of impatience, I could tell Dean was less than happy at being kept waiting. I didn’t blame him. Not only had Dex not shown up on time for a meeting that he himself had called, the best reading material I could offer was the July 1929 issue of The Cunarder.
What do You think about Death Was In The Picture (2008)?
