The sign that reads, QUIET! Shoot in Progress, is back up on the door to Brett’s studio. Johnny sees it when he steps off the elevator, and it looms toward him, growing larger as he storms down the hall. By the time he stops right in front of it, the stark black letters on that bright white paper seem to be shouting at him. Resisting the urge to tear it down, Johnny instead grabs the doorknob and twists as hard as he can. He hopes the damn thing is locked—he could use a few minutes’ worth of senseless pounding on the door, demanding Brett open up. His mind is a blinding whirl of emotions, none of which he can pin down, and he feels like he’s running in a million directions at once, even as he stands still. The pictures Lou gave him are curled in one tight fist; he wants nothing more than t
