Will Murray

When I submitted my manuscript to St. Martin’s, my editor, Mike Flamini, was incredibly supportive. He only asked for a series of small fixes along with one major change: he wanted me to cut a chapter. That chapter was about my trip to Spain with my dear criminal lawyer friend Will Murray. In the end, I agreed with Mike that it was superfluous and since then Will has been dining out on the story of being cut down from a chapter to a few paragraphs. Though, of course, considering the scandalous behaviour I recounted in this chapter, he should be happy with that development.

Will flew out to San Francisco so he could ride along to Las Vegas with me. The times were suitably debauched, though Will greatly impressed me with his stamina when he worked the black jack table until 9.30 in the morning, pocketing an astonishing 125 dollars.

This is him in a cotton field a couple hundred miles outside of Vegas.