Deeper Illusions (4 page)

Another day we traveled
in our rental to Genoa, where Ryan’s yacht,
The Maggie,
was moored. It was fifty feet in length, and had luxury appointments inside. The main area, down below, was like a living room – spacious, with white couches, a large dining area, and a full kitchen with granite countertops and new appliances. The bedroom had a luxurious king-size bed and walk-in closet. We both got into our suits and sailed out into the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean. We anchored in the water, and jumped in from the deck. We also took out two jet skis and buzzed around in the water for a couple of hours, chasing each other around playfully.

Another day trip we took
in our Lamborghini, slightly longer, was to Rome. I wanted to see Vatican City, so we did. I marveled at the Sistine Chapel. I had only seen the mural on television and in pictures before, and it was so much more magnificent in person. I couldn’t believe the opulence and the wealth of the city, and was amused at the multitudes of cardinals and bishops who were walking around the grounds. We also rented scooters and visited the Trevi Fountain and the ruins of the Roman Coliseum.

And the food and wine! There were no words. I was glad that we did so much walking, because we were eating such rich food all the way through the country. Pastas, pizzas, cannolis, white sauce, red sauce. It was
all so delicious. The seafood dish I got in Genoa was divine, as the fish was freshly caught. The pizzas were different than what I was used to in America, for they were smaller and didn’t have red sauce. The cheese was also very light, compared to American pizzas. My favorite pizzas were the Marguerita pizza, with the tomato and basil, and anything with a lot of vegetables.

I was feeling, during that week, that I had never been happier in my life. Each day I thought that nothing could ever top it, then the next day would come along and be even better.

Of course, I could never dream that anything would come along and shatter our perfect bliss.

I should’ve known better.

Chapter Five

It was on the seventh day of our honeymoon when it happened. I casually flicked on the television, looking for something to watch
. Stretching and yawning, feeling sated after another night of love-making with my gorgeous husband, I flipped around the television.

“Beautiful! Come
back up here!” Ryan was calling me. “I’m not done with you yet!”

Smiling, I tossed the remote aside, and started to head upstairs.

However, hearing my name on the television set stopped me cold. I spun around, turning the set up. A world famous attorney was talking to a generic blonde anchorwoman on one of the 24-hour news channels.

My blood turned to ice when I heard what he was saying.

Blonde anchorwoman was asking him “But wasn't Ms. Anderson caught in the act?”

“By her now-husband. He’s clearly lying. Besides, he’s a drug addict. He just got out of rehab, for the third time.”

I was shaking. “Ryan! Ryan!” I screamed.

Ryan heard my tone, and came running out of the bedroom, completely naked
. “What's going on?” he asked.

I said nothing. I could just point at the television. The attorney continued on
. “He’s a drug addict, he got her involved in drugs. He couldn't tell her parents that, so he cooked up this absurd story about her being kidnapped by Ms. Anderson.”

Both of us watched, horrified
.

“But she had all those marks on her body
. Cigarette burns, whiplashes, deep gashes where she was slashed with a knife.”

“The woman is a self-mutilator from way back. She was hospitalized three times for that
. She obviously did those things to herself.”

I could feel Ryan’s eyes now on me, boring into me
. I was shaking. I couldn’t look at him. I could feel my face burning, red hot.

Ryan didn’t say a word.

Blondie continued. “But why would they accuse Ms. Anderson of this? She is a very well-known socialite, with a lot of connections. Why not just get some random person involved in this, instead of somebody like Ms. Anderson?”

“Mr. Gallagher and Ms. Anderson had an affair when Mr. Gallagher was very young. It didn’t end well
. Mr. Gallagher apparently saw an opportunity for revenge, and he took it. She is nothing but a scapegoat for Mrs. Gallagher’s self-mutilation and accidental overdose. Or, who knows, maybe it was an intentional overdose. Wouldn’t be the first time with her.”

Again, I felt my face flush hot. I felt nauseated. Ryan was still staring at me, I could feel it. But I refused to look at him.

“I understand that he was only 14 when he got involved with her.”

“Right.”

“Isn’t that a crime that she can be charged with?”                           

“Statute of limitations has long since run on that one. There is no crime there to charge her with at this point.”

“So let me get this straight. The theory is, as you understand it, that Ms. Gallagher mutilated herself, and overdosed on heroin. When Ms. Gallagher ended up in the hospital with an overdose, Mr. Gallagher cooked up this story to cover up the fact that she overdosed, because he got her involved with drugs. He implicated Ms. Anderson because he wanted revenge on her for seducing him when he was only 14?”

“That’s exactly what I understand happened.”

Blondie shook her head. “What a wild story.” Then, looking at the camera, blondie said “We will have further updates for you as the story progresses. Now, for the top story….”

Ryan and I sat in silence, staring at the television. Neither of us said a word. My mind was surprisingly blank, and I had a preternatural calm, like when I was first kidnapped by Rochelle, and I thought that I would die
. The enormity of what was about to happen didn’t yet enter my mind.

Finally, after what seemed like days, Ryan spoke. “Iris, is all that true?”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

I shrugged. Words couldn’t come out of my mouth. However, I could feel hot tears coming out of my eyes. The thing that I sought to bury, that I tried so hard to forget, was now on the international news, and god knows where else. If that station has it, then the possibility exists that this story is going to blow up. Then, I would never be able to get away from it. Ever.

I comforted myself a little bit, though, thinking that nobody died. Therefore, the story couldn’t possibly
blow up too big. Maybe it will be just a little story.

No, this story is going to be big. A socialite being accused of heinous things – torture, kidnapping, attempted murder
. This was just too juicy.

My suspicions were confirmed when I swi
tched the channel to another 24-hour news channel, and they, too, were talking about it. This time it was a dark-haired woman, and a different attorney who was discussing the “facts” of the case. A new detail this time. “Mr. Gallagher was obsessed with Ms. Anderson. He was stalking her for years. When he couldn’t have her, he decided to get back at her.”

I looked over, and Ryan was on the phone, talking to Sheldon. “You need to do something about this. Slap them all with a cease and desist letter. They can’t get away with these lies.”

He paused. “What? She’s an involuntary public figure? What does that mean?...That’s ridiculous...I know, that will be the argument. But what the hell? What about the lies?” He shook his head furiously. “Rochelle hired who? Why did she do that?...Get on it. Do what you can. This is getting ridiculous.” At that, he got off the phone.

“Sit down,” he commanded, motioning me to a chair
. I dutifully obeyed.

“There's trouble,” he said, stating the brutally obvious. “Rochelle was none too happy when O’Donnell withdrew from her case
. So, she hired Greg Schultz as her attorney.”

“Greg Schultz?
The
Greg Schultz?” I asked. Greg Schultz was, to my mind, the most famous attorney in America. Well, next to Gerry Spence and possibly Alan Dershowitz. He was right up there with Geoffrey Feiger.

“Yes,
the
Greg Schultz. So, now Schultz has his minions out there fanning the stories on all the 24-hour news stations. They’re wanting the public opinion to be on Rochelle’s side, for the purposes of tainting the jury, and the only way to do that is to spread absolute lies on these stations.”

“But we can sue them for libel and slander, right? Right?”

“Of course. But how do we prove it? It's her word against ours.”

“I don’t understand. You were there. You know what happened.”

“Yes, but who else knew that I was there except Rochelle herself?”

“You called the cops, they came and picked me up at her house. They arrested her at her house, too.”

“Yeah, but the lawyer is saying it was all a setup. I dragged you over to Rochelle’s house after you overdosed yourself, then had her arrested, because I wanted revenge on her for leaving me. Or some such ridiculous story.” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “The problem is that I was in rehab just recently. Rochelle doesn’t have a spot on her record. She also owns the Kansas City social scene. I look like the derelict with a bone to pick. She's involved with every charity in the world, too. This is going to be tough.”

“But Ryan, the story of your relationship with her when you were 14 is also out. Doesn’t that tarnish her?”

“Of course. She’s going to spin that, too, though. You just wait.”

“How can she spin that? That's child molestation, plain and simple.” I was dumbfounded by all of it. Just when I thought that I was safe, and my ordeal was behind me….

I continued “what’s this about my being an involuntary public figure?” I knew something about invasion of privacy laws, and knew that facts may be disclosed if they are a matter of legitimate public concern. Therefore, most people in the public eye can have their private lives exposed. I didn’t feel that I was a public figure, so I wasn’t sure how my hospitalizations could be a matter of legitimate public concern.

“Sheldon just told me that, because you were a part of a crime that is a matter of public significance, your participation makes you an involuntary public figure. Because of this, the details of your life is considered to be legitimately newsworthy. That’s why the stations can broadcast that information about you.”

“But what about the lies? They can’t just go on repeating falsehoods like they are.”

“Let me talk to Sheldon again,” he said. “I’ll see what can be done.”

He came back. “Sheldon is already on it. He is threatening them all with slander suits. He is also pressing an invasion of privacy issue with them, on the chance that a court won’t find that you and I are public figures because of our involuntary participation in Rochelle’s crime.”

I sighed. I
t really didn’t matter. The damage was done. So we win millions against them – so what? We had millions in the bank, more than we could ever hope to spend in our lifetime. What was a few million more? The point was that everybody now knew all of my deep, dark secrets. Plus, everyone now knew all the dirt in mine and Ryan’s relationship.

He looked at me. “There is something else.” I nodded. Of course there was something else. There was always something else, it seemed
.

“Rochelle is out on bail.”

My breath quickened, and I felt my legs buckle as I collapsed on the floor. I realized that I was hyperventilating, and Ryan was rushing to my side. He picked me up, and laid me gently on the couch.

I finally found my voice. “How is she out? She was a flight risk because of her private jet and her house in Monaco. How could the judge let her out?”

“They don’t call Schultz the miracle worker for nothing.”

“I bet money changed hands. Who is the judge?” I hadn’t asked that question before, surprisingly.

“Judge Reingold.”

“He has a stellar reputation.
I can’t imagine him taking a bribe. So, how did Schultz convince a judge to let her out, I wonder. Also, how is Schultz taking this job? He isn’t licensed in Missouri, I don’t think.”

Ryan raised his brow
. “You know, the
pro hac vice
thing.”

I nodded. Out of state attorneys can practice anywhere they wish, as long as they have local counsel overseeing them
. I wondered which of my cohorts was willing to do that. Probably any one of them, if the money was right.

“Let me call Sheldon again. He might be able to fill in more of the details.” At that, he went into the other room to call Sheldon. I could hear him talking through the door.

After about 45 minutes, he came out. “Ok, here's the deal. Rochelle has an electronic monitoring device. Sheldon thinks that she got bail because she now has a plausible story for what happened. That wasn’t true before.”

“And? Isn’t it funny that she's now changing her story?

“One would think. She's spinning, though. Get this – she says that she didn’t tell her story before, because she wanted to protect me, because she loves me. Then, when I got married to you, she made the decision not to protect me anymore.”

“Geez. Who's going to buy that?”

“That’s the reason for the PR blitz. This story was buried before she got Schultz involved. Now it's exploded because of all the surrogates out there telling the story.”

“And the tales grow taller on down the line.”

“Right.”

“And this story has all the elements of a juicy tale. The soc
ialite, the son of a prominent billionaire, obsession, jealousy, drugs, suicide attempts, self-mutilation, child molestation. No wonder it's blown up.”

“About that.” Ryan looked at me expectantly
.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

He put his hand on my face, and tenderly stroked my cheek. “You can talk to me. You know all about my past. It sounds like you've had similar experiences.”

“Maybe later. Right now, all I can think of is that woman is on the loose.” I shivered. “I know that we're thousands of miles away from her right now, but her Monaco house isn’t that far away from here.”

“She has on a monitoring device. I don’t see her coming this way.”

I looked out the window. Press people with cameras and microphones were hanging around outside, just beyond the gate
. “Whatever. Everybody knows that we're here, now, so Rochelle knows, too.”

Ryan joined me at the window. “Looks like we'll be camping out here for awhile.” He didn’t look entirely unhappy
. “Well, we might as well make the best of it, Mrs.Gallagher.”

“Dude, not now
. I'm sorry, but sex is the very last thing on my mind.” At that, I ran into the bathroom and heaved my breakfast into the toilet. Ryan was kneeling on the floor next to me, stroking my back.

“It's going to be okay,” Ryan said soothingly, stroking my back and playing with my hair. This was usually such a loving, comforting gesture to me, but, right now, his hands just felt like thorns on my back. Scraping my skin
. I didn’t want him near me.