4 Chapter 4

“Morton!”

“Oh, Henry, yes, sorry.” Morton turned and flashed him a smile. “We’ll have to have this talk later. I’m off to meet Graham.”

“Meet Graham? B-but you have another set! Soon!”

Morton patted Henry’s cheek. “I’ll be back for the set. Don’t worry so.”

“But your makeup!”

He laughed. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack, Henry. It’s fine. I’ll touch it up when I’m back.”

He grabbed another of his long black trench coats and shrugged it on. “See? Almost ready.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to me,” Henry pleaded, looking vaguely ill.

Morton decided not to assure Henry it was fine once more. He’d been through this a million times. Opening the dressing room door, he went into the hallway. He waved to the few band members lurking around, and turned toward the back alley exit.

Slipping outside, the cool January night air hit him. Outside the doors stood a security guard having a cigarette. He blew the smoke in the other direction when he noticed Morton.