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dollars?" he repeats.

"Yes, as I said, these are low-budget films. Nobody will make a lot of money."

The interesting point here is that I mentioned money before he did. I sweeten the deal by adding, "Plus, you'll get a small piece of the back end."

A piece of the back end. Nathan is probably thinking of something else.

"That means that you'll get a few bucks if the movie sells some tickets, but don't expect it," I say. "You're not doing this for the money, Nathan. You're doing it for your brother."

The plate in front of him is littered with bones. The waitress brings our third round and removes the scraps. It's important to keep him talking because I don't want him thinking.

"What kind of guy was Gene?" I ask.

He shakes his head and looks as if he might cry. "My big brother, you know. Our dad disappeared when we were small. Just me and Gene." He narrates a few stories about their childhood, funny stories about two kids trying to survive. We finish our third beers, order another round, but vow to stop after that.

At ten the following morning, Nathan and I meet at a coffee shop in Radford. He looks over the contract, asks a few questions, and signs it. I sign as the vice president of Skelter Films and hand over a check for $8,000 drawn on a company bank account in Miami.

"When do we start?" he asks.

"Well, Nathan, I'm here and I'm not leaving. The sooner, the better. What about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure. Where?"

"I've been thinking about that. We're in southwest Virginia, where mountains are important. In fact, the land here has a lot to do with the story. The remoteness of the mountains and so on. I think I'd like to be outdoors, at first anyway. We can always move around. Do you live in town or in the country?"

"I'm renting a place just outside town. From the backyard, there's a nice view of some hills."

"Let's take a look. I'll be there at ten in the morning with a small crew and we'll check out the lighting."

"Okay. I talked to my mother and she says no way."

"Can I talk to her?"

"You can try, but she's pretty tough. She doesn't like the idea of you or anybody else making a movie about Gene and our family. She thinks you'll make us look like a bunch of ignorant mountain folk."

"Did you explain that you have the right to monitor the film as it progresses?"

"I tried to. She was drinking."

"Sorry."

"I'll see you in the morning."
Chapter 30

Nathan is living in a small, redbrick house on a narrow road a few miles west of the Radford city limits. His nearest neighbor lives in a double-wide trailer half a mile closer to the state highway. His front lawn is neatly mowed and there are a few shrubs lining the narrow front porch. He's outside playing with his yellow Lab as we arrive and park in the drive behind his shiny new truck.

My ace crew consists of my new assistant, Vanessa, who will be called Gwen on this project, and two freelancers from Roanoke - Slade, the videographer, and his assistant, Cody. Slade bills himself as a filmmaker and works out of his garage. He owns the cameras and equipment, and he looks the part - long hair in a ponytail, jeans with holes in the knees, a couple of gold chains around his neck. Cody is younger and sufficiently grungy. Their fee is $1,000 a day plus expenses, and part of the deal is that they do what they're supposed to do and stay as quiet as possible. I have promised to pay them in cash and I've made no reference to Skelter Films or anything else. It might be a documentary film, or it might be something else. Just do as I say and offer no details to Nathan Cooley.

Vanessa arrived in Radford last night, and we bunked together in a nice hotel where we registered in her name and used a prepaid credit card. She told her boss she had the flu and, under doctor's orders, can't leave the house for several days. She knows nothing about filmmaking, but then neither do I.

After a round of awkward introductions in the driveway, we check out the surroundings. Nathan's backyard is a large open area that slopes up the side of a hill. A herd of whitetail deer scamper over a fence when they see us. I ask Nathan how long it takes to cut