“I’m really sorry, but I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning. I really have to get back to my hotel. Excuse me.”
Disappointed, the fans let him go. As he walked away from the studio, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and removed his tie, glad to be rid of the thing. He suddenly felt very alone on the sidewalk. It was an ominous feeling, and as he knew from his films, ominous feelings almost always lead to something terrible.
Rounding the corner sped a purple PT Cruiser, which came close to hitting some of the people in the crowd who had been asking R.L. Simmons for an autograph.