"Soda?"
"Straight."
Audibon filled two large shot-glasses and carried them to Lennox. As he extended one glass, his control slipped, and in a blaze of fury he slashed two ounces of dark brandy into Jake's face. Lennox laughed and stood up.
"That's all I want, Roy. Thanks for the confession."
"Look at you," Audibon said in a voice that shook. "Take a panoramic of yourself. Where are you? You've got no show. You've got no partner. Your agency's ready to blacklist you. This network's blacklisting you. You're got no friends. You've got no business. You've got nothing. Nothing!"
"But I've got something you haven't got, Roy."
"Never."
Lennox tapped the water color. "I've got the original of this."
"Never!"
Lennox smiled.