When Gabby regained control of herself, she gathered her possessions and returned them to her purse. The last thing she picked up was Macro's slip of paper. She examined it again, then followed Audibon out onto the sets. She walked with her lazy carriage, shoulders square, arms relaxed, followed by wolf-whistles from the technicians. Audibon was in the schoolroom, one foot on a bench, lashing the director and assistants with his smile and his words. Gabby went to him, apologized for interrupting and handed him the slip of paper. "You forgot this, Roy," she said quietly. "Oh? Will I need it?" "Of course. That's why I returned it." She held out her hand. "Goodbye, Roy." He ignored her hand and turned away. Gabby smiled and left the studio. Downstairs, she went to a telephone booth and called Jake's apartment. Cooper answered the phone and sounded cold when Gabby asked for Lennox. "He's not home, Gabby." "Do you expect him? I'd like to leave a message." "No, I'm not expecting him, I'm happy to say." "Why do you say that?" "I'd rather not discuss Jake with you, if you don't mind." "You still don't like me, Sam." "What's your message, please?" "Tell him I can't see him tonight." "I can't guarantee he'll get it." "Oh," Gabby said. "That's bad. I don't want to stand him up without warning." "Why don't you try the theater? They'll still be rehearsing. He may be there." Gabby called the Venice Theater. The stage doorman was the deaf, quaint type ... wonderful for anecdote, impossible for messages. After two minutes of patient shouting, Gabby got Tooky Ween on the phone. "Tooky Ween speaking," he rumbled. "Make it fast. We got headaches." "I'm sorry, Mr. Ween. That man made a mistake. I want Jordan Lennox." "Lennox!" Ween roared. "That lousy, chiseling son of a--He wouldn't have the crust to show his crust here. If he did he'd be dead and couldn't answer the phone anyway." Ween hung up. Gabby considered, then called the Grabinett office. It was after hours and only the line to Grabinett's desk was open. Blinky took the call himself. "Is Jordan Lennox there?" Gabby asked. "No," Grabinett snarled. "I only wish he was. I'd kill him with my naked hand. I'd kill him dead and do a repeat for the west coast, that--" Grabinett caught himself. "Excuse me. Are you a relative?" "No," Gabby said. "I wanted to leave a message." "Not here!" Grabinett shouted. "Not with this office. I wouldn't do that Almighty vandal a favor if I was to get paid for it."