The feeling won’t last so that makes Joël even more determined to relish every second. His childish elation at having deceived Jim, the still, muted perfection of the late Summer’s day, the simple pleasure of fishing with his son and his dog, the keys to a Ferrari in his pocket, and the fact that he’s made love to not one but two beautiful women in the past 24 hours…life is a gift, it’s glorious-
His phone rings.
Roy: ARE YOU DERANGED? ARE YOU MENTAL? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE THEY LOCKED UP, NOT ME, YOU STUPID MASOCHISTIC FUCK-
Joël: Hello? Who’s this?
Roy: Very funny, dickwad. Have you got a death wish? The police commissioner’s wife, for fuck’s sake? Not to mention all of her other charming qualities. And how the hell did you even manage it? Did you sneak into The Oaks? if you did you’re toast, they’ve even got pinhole cameras hidden in the toilets in that place. Ask Freddy. He found that out when he tried to-
Joël: She snuck out, I didn’t sneak in. Anyway, can we not talk about this now? Jared’s right next to me.
Roy: You’ll keep. Mia and I are off to the gym. She’s kindly volunteered to be my buddy. BOOYAH!
Joël feels jealousy falling around him like a thick red curtain, hot and suffocating.
Joël: You don’t have a car.
Roy: We’re catching a taxi. Oh yeah, she also wasn’t impressed when I told her about Zoe. Just a heads up-
Joël: You conniving bastard piece of shit! I did nothing with Zoe! Put Mia on the phone.
Roy: Can’t. She’s already gone downstairs to wait for the taxi. How bangin’ does she look in her little gym shorts, dude? Damn.