Page 72 of Get A Fix
“He’s a free spirit,” Ash said defensively. “He probably thought just the air changing from the Bay Area to the desert would do something amazing for his process.”
“That’s nomenclature for weird.”
“I—off topic, the FBI wanted to know why I was meeting with Voss, a wanted fugitive.”
“What?”
“They thought Kit was Voss.”
“Well, whoever did his makeup should be thrilled about that compliment.”
“But what I’m telling you is, the FBI thought I was actually sitting down with a fugitive.”
“Well, there’s a rich tradition of actors meeting with infamous and sometimes frightening individuals—Sean Penn comes immediately to mind—but…wait. Did they come there? To the wedding, to interrogate you?”
“No. Jared Colter, the owner of Torus, he had his guys question me instead, and they promised to get back to the Feds.”
“I love this full-service protection Mr. Colter’s got going on. Plus, keeping your name out of the press when this is all a big misunderstanding is very appreciated.”
“Agreed.”
“Please convey my thanks.”
“I will.”
“Are you fine? Do you need me to put Gina on a plane?”
“No, Levi, I don’t need a lawyer. I’m fine.”
“Okay, well, just be careful, because not knowing where Riggs is…I hate that. He’s not a household name like you, but still. He’s well known enough that if someone saw him, they would recognize him and reach out. That he’s missing makes no sense.”
“I agree.”
“And with no one calling, that must mean something bad, right?”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. I’m sure they’ll find him.”
“Okay,” he said, taking a breath. “And don’t forget to do the Wordle today. The first one who misses doing it this month owes the office lunch.”
“I’m on it.”
“All right, I’ll talk to you later, and I’ll call if there’s any news. You do the same.”
“Will do,” Ash said, hung up, then turned to me, Owen, and Nash. “What are you guys thinking? Because I’m wondering what could have—”
“Okay,” I said softly, taking hold of his hand. “Did you see on the news that Elliot Voss was dead?”
He squinted at me. “I didn’t. Other than talking to Kit about his film, I haven’t followed Voss’s story at all.”
“Well, it seems he died a few hours after you met with your buddy, which is why the FBI was so interested in talking to you.”
“I get it.” He squeezed my hand, holding my gaze. “If Kit were Voss, me and Inca and the writers would have been the last people to see him.”
“That’s right.”
“But it was Kit, not Voss, so now what?”
I cleared my throat. “Well, it turns out, Voss was killed on that same stretch of road that Kit would have been driving to get back to LA.”
