The White Gold Score (A Daniel Faust Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
-- The White Gold Score 6.Curtis led me to his den, a little sanctum in the back of his mansion. No phones, no windows to the outside world, just a marble grotto with a shag ice-white rug, a plush leather sofa, and a big-screen TV on the wall. A vintage Williams pinball machine flashed its lights in a corner, next to a well-stocked wet bar. He walked to the bar, took down two glasses and a crystal-cut decanter, and glanced my way. “You allowed to drink on the job?” “You gonna tell my boss?” He chuckled and poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass, handing me one. The first sip burned down my throat like liquid lightning and left an aftertaste of smoke. Definitely not the cheap stuff. “I was on tour,” he said, “promoting the Back at Ya album. Coast to coast, man, my first big blowup. Blue Rhapsody handled everything: the schedule, the tour buses, the venues. I just had to hit my stops and win the crowds. You ever been backstage at a concert? Know anything about that?”
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