i was in chicago on business, a little over a year ago. i was out.to dinner with one of our chicago partners,.a man named holloway. that's how i met him. tight on jonathan as we smash to:
i wasn't shocked. besides, obviously i'm no prude. even back then, i'd been doing - you know, this thing -- for a while.
i was intrigued. he was intelligent, informed about everything from law to art to politics. i'd never met anyone so in command of his own charm. he said that he'd come from nothing, that everything he learned, he learned from his tricks. he claimed that holloway was even grooming him for a position at his company. she lights another cigarette with her old one.
in a way, i felt for him. but i also admired him. it sounds silly,. but he had a way of making me feel - close to him, you know? this clearly hits home with jonathan. he barely nods.
so i found myself telling him things.  personal things. and, next thing i knew -
he seemed fascinated by it. wanted to know all the details.
only afterwards i discovered two of my credit cards were missing. as was my cell phone. of course i couldn't say anything to holloway. and jamie must have known i'd never report it to the police.
i left before he saw me. she drags on her cigarette, looks off into space.
he must have used my cell phone to get into the group. anyway, that's it. that's all i know. she looks around. at the room, the bed. she shudders, rises.
getz? no. and i don't ever want to.
that was his name. jamie getz.