said Ada inside my head as I held the telephone to my ear. The roar of the club behind me didn’t have any impact on our private conversation. “They’re radioactive. Cooked medium rare by my calculation.” “I mean,” said Ada, “what the hell kind of name is Fresco? First name Al, by any chance?” I simulated a frown. “Um. Fresco is his first name. Fresco Peterman. Are you listening to me, Ada?” “I’m all ears, Raymondo. So, those movie stars are hot, and not just on the silver screen. What are you going to do about it?” I checked the time. It was running out faster than I thought. Pretty soon my batteries would be empty and my memory tape full. That didn’t sound like much fun. “I’ll talk to some more people. Maybe take a look around a little. Both Charles David and Eva McLuckie are apparently out of the picture—” “Very good, Ray.”
