watching the rise and fall of the richest man in the world. And Journey Into Fear. Most people havent even heard of that one. Welles directed it, but didnt get a screen credit. He was just a little older than I am now and was already washed up in Hollywood. He plays a Turkish cop. He looked ten feet tall. I wanted him to be my father and I wanted to be him at the same time. " Spyder sat up and fumbled in his pockets for a cigarette. The wine had left him light-headed, but happily so. He found half a pack of American Spirits and lit one. Shrike held out two fingers in a V shape. Spyder placed the cigarette there. She took a drag and handed it back to him.
"I always wanted to do something like Welles," Spyder said.
"Be washed up at an early age?"
"No, dummy. Do something great. Something permanent. Even if it was just a new tattoo style. Something that would tag some little part of the universe that I could point to it from Heaven or Hell and say, I did that. Thats mine. "
"And here you are, huddled in a warehouse with a blind stranger surrounded by snoring winos. "
Spyder brushed stray hairs from Shrikes face. "Im not complaining. "
"Whats it been, two minutes?"
"Thank you for pointing that out, princess. Okay, I told you my shameful film geek secret. Tell me yours. "
"You already guessed it. Im a princess. "
"Like with a crown or did your daddy just dote on you?"
"Both. I even had my own castle. Well, a wing of my fathers. Before it all came down around us. "
"Let me guess: the bastard lover?"
She nodded. "He was a general in my fathers army. Unfortunately, we were in a period of prolonged
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