Alvin had no idea what was happening in New York, and even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have cared.
Juggling two women had drained every bit of Alvin's energy.
He had a newfound respect for those scumbag Casanovas who could juggle several—or even dozens—of women and still keep them happy. Not only did they get a thrill out of it, they actually enjoyed themselves.
Alvin could understand the "thrill," but where did the "enjoyment" come from?
Being glared at by an old married couple every day and trying every which way to keep two women happy was enough to exhaust anyone, body and soul.
What annoyed Alvin most was that most men seemed to think he was having a great time, and they were obviously envious.
This sort of thing really was like drinking water: only you knew whether it was hot or cold. So Alvin decided to let the guys who were always teasing him, then proclaiming their devotion to their girlfriends, get a taste of misery.
His first target was Castle, the bigmouth who wasn't afraid of anything...
The bastard had already outlined his new book. He planned to base the villain on the scumbag Principal and use him to make a writer-detective look heroic.
That was unacceptable. Alvin's first target had been that stupid idiot Thor, but now he had a much better candidate.
In a Reality Show Town, cameramen were the most common creatures around. With a mask and a baseball cap on and a Broadcast Camera slung over his shoulder, Alvin was almost unrecognizable.
Alvin stood outside Kara Felger's old man's clothing store, Broadcast Camera on his shoulder, and watched Castle and Beckett approach through the viewfinder.
Fashion World's Caesar still had plenty of appeal to women. It was only natural for Castle,