by Joanne Fluke
“Yes, Uncle Meyer. I know our option on Video Kill runs out tomorrow. If we don’t sew it up now, another studio could snatch it right out of our hands.”
There was another burst of static, and Alan caught the tail end of his uncle’s question.
“Other offers? Yes, Uncle Meyer. I know for a fact that they have. Sony is very hot on the project, and Rocca and Nielsen have already taken one meeting with someone at Paramount.”
Alan put down the phone very gently and got up to pour himself another cup of coffee as his uncle hemmed and hawed. Mentioning other offers had been a brilliant tactic on his part. It might even be true, for all he knew. As soon as there was silence from the other end of the line, Alan picked up the phone again.
“So, what’s your final decision, Uncle Meyer? Shall I have the contracts drawn?”
Thirty seconds later, Alan said good-bye to his uncle and hung up the phone. Then he opened the manila folder on his desk and scanned the contracts for Video Kill he’d ordered from Cinescope’s legal department a month ago.
“Good morning. It’s Saturday, August seventh, at ten forty-five a.m. Time to get up. Good morning. It’s Saturday, August seventh, at ten forty-five. Time to get up. Good mor—”
Erik sat up in bed and pushed the button on his new alarm clock, cutting off its disgustingly cheerful synthesized voice. He’d finally replaced Daniele’s clock with this new digital model. He didn’t want anything to remind him of Daniele and the awful way she had died.
As he got out of bed, Erik realized what the clock had said. August seventh. Tomorrow was the day their option with Cinescope ran out, and Alan had promised that they’d know one way or the other today. Tony had called several times during the past week, but Erik had put off any meetings between them. He knew Tony wanted to talk about Daniele’s murder, and he needed some time before he could discuss it. Naturally, they had to include the scene in their script. It was part of the Video Killer story. But Erik wasn’t ready to face that prospect quite yet.
The day after Daniele’s murder, Erik had left town. He’d driven up the coast and spent three full days with Jamie at Pine Ridge. Jamie had been glad to see him, and the reports on his progress had been very encouraging. It would have been a wonderful respite if he hadn’t been plagued by the headaches. They were worse now, one a night, every night since he’d heard about Daniele. And Dr. Trumbull was out of town on vacation. Erik just hoped his supply of zonkers would last until his next appointment.
Now that last night’s headache was completely gone, Erik realized that he was hungry as a hibernating bear. Evidently Al was hungry too. He could hear the big white cat pacing back and forth in the kitchen, meowing and rolling his empty food bowl across the tile floor.
“Hold on, Al. I’m coming.”
Erik pulled on a pair of jeans and an old Minnesota Vikings sweatshirt. As he walked into the kitchen, he could swear that Al smiled. A few minutes later Al was chowing down on his microwave-heated food and Erik was standing at the refrigerator door, trying to find something to eat.
The egg carton was empty and the milk that was left in the carton didn’t smell right. The bread had some green stuff on the edges that had to be mold, and there wasn’t a thing in the apartment to eat. He’d get some take-out Chinese from the place across the street, eat his lunch, and then call Tony to see if he’d heard from Alan.
Tony let out a whoop of joy as he hung up the phone, and several people passing on the street turned to look at him. He’d just finished talking to Alan and the news was fantastic. Cinescope had finally made an offer on Video Kill, and the terms were better than either Tony or Erik has expected. They would be going into production as soon as the script was ready. The only hitch was Lon Michaels. Alan’s uncle had insisted that he be a part of the deal, and Lon was still dragging his feet. Tony had lied through his teeth when he’d told Alan that Lon was ready to sign. Now he had twenty-four hours to turn that lie into a truth.
With hands that were shaking slightly from the excitement, Tony took out the card with Lon’s home number. He dialed, and the phone was answered on the third ring.
“Lon? This is Tony Rocca. Erik and I finished the first three scenes. I know it’s your day off but, well, if I bring this partial over to you, do you think you’d have time to read it today? I know I’m asking a lot, but quite frankly we’re stuck and we need your advice on which direction to go.”
There was a long silence, and Tony gripped the phone so tightly, his knuckles turned white. He wanted to grovel, plead, even cry if that would convince Lon to sign on to the project, but he knew that he had be perfectly silent and wait for Lon’s response.
At last Lon broke the silence. “I’m flattered you want my advice, but wouldn’t you be better off discussing this with Alan?”
“Come on, Lon.” Tony forced a laugh that he hoped would sound lighthearted. “Alan’s a money man. I’m not putting that down, but he’s not exactly known for his sensitivity.”
“That’s true.” Lon gave a bitter laugh. “Did I tell you what he said about Diana when I ran that test for him?”
“Yes, you did. Alan can be pretty crass at times. And that’s precisely the reason we can’t use him for a sounding board. We need advice from someone who’s in sync with the concept we’re trying to present.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Lon sounded pleased. “All right, Tony. I’ll read what you got so far. Can we meet at my house at four?”
“You bet!” Tony wrote down the address and hung up with a grin. As long as he could keep up the bullshit to con Lon into thinking he was indispensable to the project, he’d sign on with no trouble.
The liquor store across the street had a banner advertising a sale on California champagne. Tony dashed in to buy a chilled bottle of Korbel Brut. Then he ran back out again. He had to call Allison right away.
“Damn!” Tony swore as he got the answering machine. He didn’t want to leave a message. News this good should be delivered in person. He was just starting to punch out Erik’s number to share their good fortune when he noticed the time. He’d have to call Erik later. He was due at the Traveler Motel in twenty minutes and he couldn’t be late. He had the only key to the room, and the management might start to get suspicious if they saw Ginger and Tina standing around outside.
Allison let herself in the door and dropped her purse and her tote bag on a chair. She’d just come from a session with the photographer her agent had recommended, and it had gone well. His studio had been a reconverted garage with a shower curtain strung in one corner for a dressing room, but since he was just breaking into the business, he worked cheap.
Once she had seen the state of their bank balance, or rather, the absence of their bank balance, Allison had decided to take matters into her own hands. Rather than phone her agent, she’d dropped by the office and gone into her rehearsed speech. She needed work badly. She’d take anything. She was available day or night. Her agent hadn’t promised anything, but agents never did. She’d just given Allison the photographer’s name so she could update her portfolio and promised to call if anything came up.
The red light was blinking on the answering machine. Allison grabbed a Diet Coke and drank it while she listened to the messages. The first two were hang-ups, but the third was the call she had been anticipating with dread for the past twelve months. It was from Doris Stanley at the convalescent center. Could Allison call her as soon as she got in? Helen Greene had experienced a reaction to her medication, and they had moved her to the hospital.
Erik sat at the kitchen table, struggling with his chopsticks. He had finished an order of Szechuan Beef, and one stubborn peanut was left in the carton. After chasing it around for what seemed like an eternity, he had just managed to pick it up when the telephone rang. Startled, Erik’s grip on the chopsticks faltered and the peanut dropped to the kitchen floor in Al’s territory. By the time Erik had said hello, Al had the peanut cornered between the dishwasher and the stove.
“E
rik? This is Allison. Thank God you’re home! Do you know where Tony is?”
“I’m not sure, Allison. Did you try the office?”
“I called there but the answering machine’s on. I’ve got to find him right away!”
Allison sounded rattled, and Erik kept his voice deliberately calm.
“He didn’t tell me his schedule, Allison. What’s wrong?”
“It’s Mom.” Allison’s voice broke in a sob. “She had an allergic reaction to her medication. They’ve taken her to the hospital.”
“Which hospital?” Erik reached for a pen.
“West Community on Fairfax, room three forty-two. I’m there now.”
“I’m so sorry, Allison. Did you leave a message for Tony?”
“Yes, I did. But I’m not sure what I said. I’ve got to go, Erik. They’re paging me.”
“Keep calm, Allison.” Erik grabbed his car keys. “I’m on my way.”
Erik had no sooner hung up the phone when it rang again. It was Tony.
“I’ve been trying to reach you for twenty minutes, Erik. Where have you been?”
“I just ran across the street for some food. Listen, Tony . . .”
“No, you listen.” Tony interrupted him. “Alan’s finally offered us a contract! He got the okay from his uncle this morning, provided Lon Michaels signs on. I called Lon and I’m heading over there in a couple of minutes. From the way he sounded on the phone, I’m eighty percent, no, make that ninety percent sure he’ll sign.”
“That’s great, Tony. But is there any way you can reschedule that talk with Lon?” Erik took a deep breath. He didn’t like to be the bearer of bad news. “Allison just called. They’ve moved her mother to West Community Hospital, room three forty-two. She wants you to meet her there right away.”
“Oh no. Not again!” Tony sounded exasperated. “Listen, Erik, I know I sound hard-hearted, but it’s not like this hasn’t happened before. Allison didn’t say it was life-threatening did she?”
“Not exactly. She said her mother had an allergic reaction to her medication.”
“That’s what I thought.” Tony sighed. “Look, Erik, if I really thought this was something serious, I’d drop everything. But Allison’s mother has been in and out of the hospital four or five times for the same thing. Will you just go and keep Allison company until I can get there?”
“Sure. I’ll go. I was going anyway. But what should I tell Allison?”
“Tell her, oh, hell, Erik! Tell her you couldn’t reach me.”
“I can’t lie to her, Tony.”
“Then tell her the truth. Say I’ve got to sign the cinematographer for Video Kill or the deal won’t go through. I’ll have her paged when I’m through, and if she’s still there, I’ll come right over.”
“Okay. I’ll tell her.”
There was a click, and Tony hung up. Erik followed suit, but he was frowning as he hurried out to his car. He just hoped that Tony’s meeting with Lon was actually taking place, that it wasn’t just another of Tony’s lies.
Katy shuddered as she read the last page of Rocca and Nielsen’s partial script. Her friend at Cinescope had come through, and the result was staggering. Rocca and Nielsen’s first three scenes paralleled the murder DVDs exactly.
This script was too accurate to be a coincidence. Rocca and Nielsen had known exactly what to write. Katy knew that Sam had been very careful about his press releases and the details contained in this script were highly confidential. Had either Rocca or Nielsen seen the murder DVDs?
Katy disregarded that possibility immediately. Sam was sitting on those DVDs like a mother hen. No one had seen them except Sam . . . and her, of course. There was no one else who could possibly know their content with the exception of the person who had actually shot them. And that meant either Tony Rocca or Erik Nielsen was the Video Killer!
Her hands were trembling, and Katy forced herself to calm down. She was making a snap judgment, and a good reporter didn’t jump to conclusions without plenty of evidence.
There was a determined expression on Katy’s face as she found her car keys and went out the door. It was time to gather some evidence. As far as she knew, no other reporter had ever interviewed a murderer before the police arrested him.
Erik found Allison in the waiting room on the third floor of the hospital, huddled on a green plastic sofa.
“Allison, I’m here.”
Allison looked up, startled. “Erik! I’ve never been so glad to see anyone in my life! Did you find Tony?”
Erik sat down on the sofa next to her and put his arms around her. She was shaking.
“Yes. I talked to him on the phone. Cinescope’s made an offer on Video Kill, and he’s trying to sign the cinematographer. It’s important. Without that, the whole deal falls through. He said to tell you that he’ll call the hospital as soon as he’s finished, and if you’re still here, he’ll drive right over.”
Allison tried to smile. It made her look even more vulnerable.
“Congratulations on Video Kill, Erik. But do you think Tony’s telling us the truth?”
Erik sighed. “I don’t know, Allison. He sounded sincere, but I just can’t tell anymore.”
“Neither can I. Not even when we’re face-to-face. I love Tony, but I just can’t trust him. My husband’s turned into a stranger.”
Tears began to well up in Allison’s eyes, and Erik brushed them away.
“I know, Allison. Don’t try to deal with it now. How’s your mother?”
“Much better. The doctor says she’s stable now. They just moved her out of intensive care and into a regular room.”
Erik sighed audibly. “Thank God for that! I wasn’t sure what to think when I saw you crying.”
“I was crying because I was so relieved.” Allison gave him a shaky smile. “I always cry after a crisis. I bet I look awful.”
“No, you look beautiful. Even with swollen eyes and a red nose.”
“Oh, Erik!” Allison started to laugh, but it came out more like a sob. “I think that was a compliment, and if it was, it’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in weeks. You’ve got to be the sweetest guy I know.”
Erik felt his cheeks turning warm, a reaction that would have been more appropriate for a schoolboy. To cover his embarrassment he got up and pretended great interest in the scene outside the window. He didn’t turn around until he heard someone calling Allison’s name.
“Allison?” A doctor stood in the doorway. “You can see your mother now, but limit your visit to a moment or two. She’s resting comfortably. I’ve given her something to make her sleep through the night. Your husband can come along, of course.”
“He’s not my husband.” Allison smiled at Erik. “Dr. Naiman? I’d like you to meet Erik Nielsen, my husband’s partner. And my best friend.”
Dr. Naiman shook Erik’s hand. Then he turned to Allison.
“Go ahead, Allison. I’ll stay here with Mr. Nielsen.”
As soon as Allison had left, the doctor turned to Erik. “Can I be frank with you, Mr. Nielsen?”
“Of course.”
“I’m very concerned about Allison. She’s been under a severe strain the past few weeks. I’ve refilled her tranquilizer prescription.” Dr. Naiman handed Erik a bottle of pills. “There’s really no need for her to stay here, so drive her home, give her a Valium, and make sure she goes straight to bed. She can’t be a comfort to her mother if she falls ill herself.”
Erik sighed as Dr. Naiman hurried off to answer a page. Of course he was happy to help Allison in any way that he could, but this was really Tony’s responsibility. If he found out that Tony had been lying about his meeting with Lon Michaels, he’d personally knock his block off.
No more than a minute passed before Allison was back. She was smiling and the tension lines had disappeared from her face.
“Oh, Erik! She looks so much better. It’s a miracle!”
“That’s wonderful, Allison.” Erik hugged her. “Now Dr. Naiman said I s
hould drive you home. Then I’ve got strict orders to put you to bed.”
“Put me to bed?”
“That’s what the doctor ordered.”
Allison laughed. She felt so relieved about her mother, she almost made a joke about what he didn’t have to do to stand in for Tony, but Erik was so clearly embarrassed, she decided not to add to his discomfort. Instead, she took his arm, rode down the elevator with him, and let him lead her out to the parking lot.
“Leave your car right here, Allison. You can pick it up tomorrow. Dr. Naiman didn’t think you should drive.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Allison fumbled in her purse for her car keys and promptly dropped them on the ground. Her hands were still shaking, and she did feel a little weak-kneed.
“See?” Erik reached down and scooped up her car keys, dropping them in his pocket. “That settles it, Allison. You’re riding with me.”
Allison didn’t resist as Erik led her to his car. Perhaps Dr. Naiman was right. She was still too nervous to drive.
The moment Erik started the car and pulled out of the lot, Allison’s eyes closed. She half dozed as Erik negotiated the afternoon traffic and headed toward the freeway entrance. It was nice to have someone take care of her. She wished Tony would be as considerate as Erik. She was almost asleep when she heard Erik swear softly under his breath. She opened her eyes just in time to see a man who looked a lot like Tony coming out of a room at the Traveler Motel.
The man turned slightly, and one quick glance told Allison everything. It was definitely Tony. And he had his arm around the redhead in Donny’s who’d loaned her the lighter.
21
Tony was grinning as he walked down the street with Ginger. Everything was rolling along just fine today. They’d finished another two scenes in the porn movie, and if they really hustled, they could wrap it up in a week.