Three weeks from now, his name would be in the papers, but not for anything good. Usually, his name showed up because of some new role he'd landed, or some scandal with some actress. Publicity.
Publicity didn't matter when you were dead. At least, he assumed it didn't.
Peter Manner had stopped caring about publicity the second he made it big. After that, it kept coming right to him.
It didn't mean shit.
Nothing did, not anymore. That was why his name would be in the papers. Three weeks, probably three days. He didn't know how long he'd last, now that his decision had been made. He just needed to do one thing, first. If he was going to be a coward, he was going to do something damn brave first, like he had when he was a kid, the fearless leader of the Blyton Summer Detective Club.
He thought of them often. Andy, and Mate, and Kerri. Even Sean. But especially Kerri.
Holding in a sigh, he picked up his phone. He was dead set on seeing his demons head on, one last time, and he knew it would end him. Whatever. He was allowed one cowardly act in his life.
Holding the phone in his hand, he knew it was his last chance. His lifeline. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to himself.
Then, he dialed her number and the world held its breath.