Chapter 5
Henry Littlefield opened the door of the room Xavier used as a dressing room.
Empty.
He’d hoped after having to cancel Xavier’s performance the night before that Morton would arrive early for tonight’s performance. He took out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead.
At least he hadn’t gotten a call saying Xavier wouldn’t show tonight. He took out his cell phone to make sure he hadn’t missed a call or a text. Nothing. Good.
Henry hated dealing with flighty rock performers, and Morton was flightier than most. Probably the gay thing, Henry decided. He’d never managed anyone quite like Morton before. And his damn boyfriend, Graham, was scary as hell. Like some big guy out of a gladiator movie.
With his index finger, he punched the number for the speed dial for Morton, then wait
