Second ChanceChapter 15
The phone woke me early. Like nine-thirty, early. It was Big Bob. "Hey Boy," he said happily. "We need to get you over here and beak down last night's film. What say you drag your pampered ass out of bed, and meet me in the sweet, little, audio / video den you built, and we'll work on your pitch selection, arm angle, and release point? Hmmmmm???" He had a soft, southern voice that lulled you to sleep sometimes. His gentle manner belied an intensity and sense of purpose that drove him...