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nodded.
    “Now, in my experience, people often don’t know what’s best for them, at least at first. They just don’t get it. Take this situation, for example. You think Hunter Manning is going to steal that money you’ve been so anxiously waiting for. I understand that, really, I do. And, I know you have your needs, you want that operation on your tummy, you want to get out of debt. Believe me, I get it. You are a fine, wonderful lady, and Hunter Manning thinks you deserve the best of everything. Do you believe me?”
    Lydia didn’t believe him, but she nodded anyway.
    “Good. That’s real good. Now, what’s going to happen is you’re going to give me that money. Just for now. For a couple of days. I got a deal going, and I’ll make so much script that not only will I give you back the twelve, but an extra five on top of it. How does that sound?”
    Lydia relaxed, and Hunter let go of her nose and mouth.
    “You could get not only the tummy tuck, but maybe some breast implants too.”
    He unbuttoned her blouse and jerked down her bra. Stared at Lydia’s 32B breasts.
    “Yeah, you got some real cute little titties there, with nice pointy nipples. But, it wouldn’t hurt to go up a size or two, get yourself a D cup, maybe?”
    Lydia began to wonder if she could really trust Hunter Manning. He was making sense. She did need a
lot
of work done.
    “You’ll get it back to me in a couple of days?”
    “Of course, darlin’. With an extra five G’s for your trouble.”
    Lydia pulled her bra up and began to button her blouse.
    “Now, you get yourself pulled together,” he said. He looked at his watch. “We’ll go to the bank first thing in the morning. Tell Trujillo you’ll be a little late because you have to help me out with an important legal errand.”

Chapter 6
    “ Y es,” Matt said to certified massage therapist June at the beginning of the Ritual. “She went hunting with her father. They’d done it all their lives. They knew all the safety rules. All we can figure is that he was just getting old and both his brain and his eyes were messed up.”
    “Oh, that is so awful. How long were you married?”
    Matt hesitated, in order to gather his emotions.
    “Just two years.”
    “Oh, I am
so
sorry.”
    Matt didn’t enjoy the massage. Much of what she did hurt like hell. Painful images flashed into his mind as she probed deeper and deeper with her strong fingers. As a child, he compulsively imagined his father and his sister drowning in the canal. He also daydreamed his mother, instead of surviving unharmed, had been badly mangled when the car overturned, left with horrible scars on her face. He ended the habit by the time he was in his early teens and discovered alcohol. Now, the same pictures nagged at his mind. He stopped the massage early.
    His manicure and pedicure were simultaneous.
    “You’d be surprised,” he said to Mindy, the manicurist. “It’s not really that exciting to produce movies. The actors, especially, are just a pain in the ass.”
    Mindy was a stern, unsmiling elderly woman from Washington. His pedicurist, Tan, did not speak English.
    “It doesn’t surprise
me
,” Mindy said.
    “No? Why not?”
    “I used to date Jack Nicholson. Back in the 70s, while he was making
Five Easy Pieces
.”
    “Really?” Matt felt certain she was lying.
    “And all the movie people I met were crazy. Didn’t have the sense God gave them. None of them.”
    “Good movie, though.”
    “I didn’t like it. Too depressing.”
    With his hair stylist, Robert, he discussed both the rewards and the hardships of his job as a criminal defense attorney in a small California town.
    “How can you defend those people?” Robert said. “Criminals? That would be so hard.”
    “Oh, it’s not like you think. Most of my practice is just normal people like you and me, with DUIs, that sort of thing, or white collar crime. I don’t defend common thieves or child molesters, those sorts of people.”
    “Oh. I