"Because he turned them down."
With a little gasp, I sat back in my chair. "He didn't."
"He did."
"But then what? He gave in?"
"Sure. For a better deal."
"So he held out for more money?"
"Not formoremoney," Jack said. "Nomoney."
I blinked. "Sorry, what?"
"No money up front. What hewantedwas a percentage of the take."
I'd heard of such things before, but wasn't quite sure how this worked. "And they agreed?"
Jack nodded. The way they saw it, they couldn't lose. If the movies flop, he gets nothing."
"But theydidn'tflop."
"Got that right," Jack said. "That guy of yours – he'll be cashing checks for decades."
At his phrasing, something squeezed at my heart. Flynn wasn't my guy, not really. But I didn't dare say so. After all, I still had my own role to play.
I was just about to ask for more details when a loud crash sounded from outside the house. In unison, Jack and I both jumped to our feet.
He turned to go. "Wait here."
Screw that.
If he was going, I was going.
No matter what.
