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was a classy chick. She went to college during the day, carried a full load of classes, and was going to be a dentist or a doctor—something like that.
    Sandy, though, drove like a maniac. He’d never been in the trunk of a car when she was behind the wheel, and to put it modestly, it was a novel experience. Marc swore if he hadn’t been crammed in so tight, he would have broken bones. She had something against the brake—she never used it, not even on sharp corners. He literally heard bones in his back and neck crack when she swung onto Hollywood Boulevard.
    They reached the hotel in record time.
    Ray Cota chatted with Sandy as she handed off the Jag to him. Sandy even wished Ray good luck on his upcoming NFL season. But Marc didn’t hear a word from Silvia Summer. Clearly the two were not doing well. They were on the road five minutes before Ray finally spoke to her.
    “Are you going to talk to me tonight?” he asked. Marc sure hoped so. There was every possibility the car belonged to Ray, and if he didn’t spend the night with Silvia, then Marc would end up breaking out of a garage and into a house with nothing to steal but sports trophies.
    “What do you want to talk about?” Silvia muttered.
    “She didn’t give me her number because I asked for it,” Ray said. “We were just shooting the breeze.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Come on. It’s late, we’re both tired. Nothing happened.”
    “You call hustling the new phone number of an ex-girlfriend nothing.”
    “Karmen was never a girlfriend. I told you that.”
    “You also told me that you screwed her once. Oh, no, wait. I remember now. You had sex with her off and on for six months—while she was dating your best friend.” Silvia paused and spoke in a slurred voice. There was no question she was drunk. “Maybe I should give Matt a call.”
    “Matt’s in New York. All that happened in New York. It had nothing to do with what’s happening between us now.”
    Silvia laughed lazily. “God, you’re one of those guys who thinks morals are inversely proportional to the distance you are from your true love.”
    “Huh?”
    Her tone suddenly hardened. “Karmen’s here now! She’s here in LA! And I go to the restroom for five minutes and you’re off in the corner feeling up her tits.”
    “That’s a lie! I didn’t touch her!”
    “You had your arm around her waist!”
    Ray took a moment to respond. “She was as drunk as you are now. I shot out my arm to steady her. She could have fallen in the pool.”
    “Ha! You steadied her, my ass! Your hand slipped and groped her ass the second you got her back on her feet.”
    Ray had probably had too much to drink himself. His answers were slow in coming and did not win him any points. “You said I touched her tits. That’s what upset you. Now you’re saying it was her ass. Get your story straight, why don’t you.”
    “Did someone crack your helmet or your head in practice or what? It doesn’t matter where you touched her! It just matters that you did.”
    “She came on to me, I swear it. I didn’t even want to talk to her.”
    Silvia snickered. “That I can believe! Why talk when you can just fuck? I mean, what do you have to talk about anyway? You use what’s left of your skull to smash into people for a living. I can’t remember the last time we had a serious conversation about anything. I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I’m beginning to think it’s because you’re too much of a moron to have one.”
    Ray’s tone darkened. “You calling me stupid? I told you never to call me stupid.”
    “I called you a moron, stupid, but let me apologize. You’re not a moron. Technically, moronic people have IQs in the fifty to seventy range. Yours has got to be at least ten points lower.” Silvia paused. “I’m calling you an imbecile.”
    Marc felt the car swerve a little and heard Ray’s voice get uglier. Still, he found it hard to keep from smiling. Silvia was pretty witty when drunk.
    “You