“Maybe you should go see him tomorrow. Drive up to LA.”
He glances at me as he drives. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No. I just know how anxious you are to find out something. I thought maybe it’d help if you met with your agent.”
“Anything he’d say in person could be said over the phone. He’d contact me if he heard something.”
“Maybe you need a new agent. Doesn’t sound like this guy is doing much.”
“He’s rising up the ranks. I need to stick with him so I’m there when he’s at the top. He’s a go-getter. He gets himself in front of the right people and manages to impress them.”
“He didn’t impress me.”
“He doesn’t need to. You can’t benefit him.”
He checks his phone again as he drives.
“What else do you know about the people at Twisted Pine?” I ask. “Besides Peyton?”
“You’d have to ask Braden or Trystan. I’m not that involved in the school. I only know what the boys tell me.”
“But you knew about Peyton.”
“Because she caused a scandal. And the resignation of the principal.”
“And you both had the same agent? That’s weird.”
“Marilyn had many clients. All very successful. And many of her clients were on family shows, like Peyton and I were on.”
“You mean that show about the minister?”
“Yes. It was by far my least favorite role, but it made me millions. I’m still making money from that.”
Years ago, Brock was on a TV show where he played a minister with a ton of kids, like six or seven. It was on when I was a baby, so I’ve only seen it in reruns. It was so syrupy sweet I couldn’t watch more than a few minutes of it, but other people loved it. It was one of the most popular shows on TV at the time.
“What show was Peyton on?” I ask.
“Several. She started acting when she was five. She was on some children’s shows, and when she was older she was in films, mostly family movies and a few limited release Christian films, shown mainly at churches.”
I laugh. “Peyton was in Christian movies? Let me guess. She played the virgin teenager struggling to decide if she should have sex with her boyfriend?”
“Actually, yes, I believe that was one of them. I only know that because Marilyn had the script on her desk and I read through it while I was waiting for her to arrive for a meeting.”
We get to the house, and he parks in the driveway.
“I’ll be in my office,” he says as we head in.
Walking to my room, my anger returns as I realize I’m stuck in the house on a Friday night while everyone else is out having fun.
I miss you,I text Jackson.
He should be done with the game by now, but he’s probably out with the team.
Where are you?He texts back.
Home. Brock made us leave because Braden got hurt.
My phone rings with Burt’s name on the screen.
