Drop Dead Beautiful (29 page)

“Oh,” Venus murmured dryly as they all headed toward Gino. “The same age as me!”

Gino was delighted to see everyone. All dressed up in a pinstriped suit, white shirt, and red tie, he did not look anywhere near ninety-five—he was still an impressive-looking man with all his own teeth, a healthy head of gray hair, and a ribald sense of humor. He sat in a chair next to the bar, holding court.

“An’ here she comes,” he exclaimed as soon as he spotted Venus. “Lucky’s hot little friend. How ya doin’, kiddo?”

“I’m doing great, Gino,” Venus responded, bending down and kissing him on both cheeks. “Even better for seeing you.”

“Always noticed you was a sexy-lookin’ broad,” Gino said, clearing his throat. “Ah … if only I was a coupla years younger, what I wouldn’t do to you!”

Everyone laughed. Venus introduced Billy.

“Paige,” Gino said, grabbing his wife’s arm. “Y’see this kid, he’s a big friggin’ movie star. We saw him in somethin’ last week, am I right?”

“Indeed we did,” Paige agreed.

“Yeah, you played a psycho killer. Nice job, kid, you got it down.”

“Tell that to Alex Woods,” Billy said, still smarting from Venus’s earlier comments about Alex’s opinion of him. “Anyone seen him around?”

Venus gave Billy a sharp nudge in the ribs. “Now don’t get all wound up over nothing,” she cautioned. “I shouldn’t’ve told you what he said.”

“Well, you did, babe, an’ now I’m pissed.”

A few minutes later Lucky made her entrance wearing a red column of a Valentino dress that set off her smooth olive skin and unruly cascades of jet black hair. She wore diamond hoops in her ears and a stack of antique diamond bracelets up both arms. As usual she looked incredible.

Lennie was by her side. He’d been trying to calm her down about Max all afternoon. The good news was that they’d recently received a message from their daughter on Lucky’s cell phone, which had made her feel better,
although she was still furious at her errant daughter. “I’m gonna bust her too-smart-for-her-own-good ass when she finally makes it home,” she’d threatened, after listening to Max’s message a third time.

The message was Max saying, “Mom, sorry to miss Granddad’s party. I’ll be home tomorrow. Love ya.”

Hmm …
love ya
. That wasn’t Max’s usual greeting, and she always called Gino by his name, never Granddad. Lucky had her misgivings. What the hell was Max up to now? And how come Cookie didn’t know anything?

Glancing around at the clusters of guests, Lucky noticed Cookie over in a corner with Max’s other friend, Harry. The two of them looked like they were in deep conversation. Distracted, she waved a quick greeting at everyone, said, “I’ll be right back,” and hurried over to Cookie and Harry.

“Did you hear from Max?” was her first question.

“No,” Cookie answered, wishing Lucky would stay out of her face. Why was
she
the one getting all the flak? “Did you?”

“She left a message on my cell,” Lucky said. “I’m wondering why she didn’t call on the main line.”

“So like what did she say?” Cookie asked, most put out that Max hadn’t called her, she’d left enough frantic messages.

“Just that she’s coming home tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Harry questioned.

“I’m mad as hell,” Lucky said. “And you two—what were you thinking, letting her go off to Big Bear to meet a stranger? I thought you were her friends.”

“You know what Max is like,” Cookie said, shrugging. “We couldn’t stop her even if we wanted to. Max does things her way.”

“I understand that,” Lucky said coldly. “But did you have to encourage her?”

“We’re real sorry, Mrs. Golden,” Harry muttered.

“Don’t call me Mrs. Golden,” Lucky snapped. “It makes me feel ancient. You know my name—use it.”

“You’re like
so
right,” Cookie said, biting her lower lip. “We should’ve tried to stop her.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, his black hair spiked higher than ever.

“Thing is, I
did
tell her,” Cookie said, getting into it. “I like
so
warned her that the Internet dude could turn out to be a pervert freako who could chop her up into little pieces.” Harry shot her a warning look. “Uh … just joking,” she finished lamely.

Shaking her head, Lucky walked back to join Venus and Billy. “You look fantastic,” she said to Venus, still distracted. “And Billy—always a star.”

“Oh, just what I need,” Venus muttered. “Here comes Cooper.” And as she finished saying it, Cooper strolled over with his very young girlfriend, Mandy, whom Billy seemed to know.

“Hey, Mandy!” Billy exclaimed, giving her a friendly hug. “How ya doin’?”

“Billy!” Mandy squealed. “You’re here! How fab! I thought it would be all old people!”

Venus gave Cooper a cool look. “Hello,” she said.

“Good evening, Venus,” he replied.

“I see you went trolling outside the school yard for a date,” she said, indicating Mandy, who was all over Billy.

“You too,” Cooper said, glancing at Billy. “Must run in the family, huh?”

“Alex, you drive like a maniac,” Ling complained, sitting stiffly in the passenger seat.

“I drive the way I’ve always driven,” Alex replied, maneuvering his Porsche into a line of cars waiting to enter the Bel-Air driveway of Lucky’s house. “Never had an accident.”

“Your driving makes me nervous.”

“Then shut your eyes.”

“Why can’t you be nice to me?”

“I
am
nice to you,” he said. “You live in my house, isn’t that being nice to you?”

“Is it because of your mother that you’re the way you are?”

“I have no problem with my mother,” he said, reaching for a cigarette.

“I think you’re wrong. Your mother is a
very
domineering woman.”

“No she’s not,” he said shortly, lighting up. “And do not discuss my mother, she’s off limits. Try to remember you’re a lawyer, not a shrink.”

“That’s right,” Ling said, holding tightly on to her clutch purse resting on her knees. “I’m a divorce lawyer, so I know plenty about relationships.”

“Good,” Alex said, exhaling smoke. “ ’Cause I’m not planning on getting married, which means you won’t have to represent me.”

“I represent women, only women,” Ling said.

“Of course you do,” Alex said, taking another drag on his cigarette. “When the fuck is this line of cars getting to the goddamn house?”

Ling gazed out of the window and hoped that maybe tonight she would meet somebody more to her liking than Alex Woods. He was an extraordinarily talented man, but he treated her with no respect, and that wasn’t right. But then again, as she’d recently confessed, she was in love with him, which made things complicated.

Soon they reached the front of the line where parking valets jumped forward to take the Porsche.

Alex got out and strode into the house. Ling tagged along behind him, finding it difficult to keep up in her ultrahigh heels.

Waiters holding trays of champagne were circulating. Alex grabbed a glass and downed it quickly. “Let’s go find the bar,” he said. “I need a proper drink.”

“Please don’t drink too much,” Ling begged.

“For God’s sake, quit with the nagging.”

Venus loved being out with Billy, especially amongst her peers. She knew they made an amazing couple—he didn’t look too young and she didn’t look too old. They looked like
contemporaries. She also liked that he was getting plenty of attention as well as her. Billy was an excellent actor, and a well-respected one too. It wasn’t like she was out with some boy toy; Billy had his own high profile.

Holding on to his arm, she proudly introduced him to people he hadn’t met before, enjoying the compliments bestowed upon him.

Billy was enjoying himself too, although his crotch itched like crazy. Venus might have gotten rid of his crabs, but the stubble burn from her shaving skills was driving him nuts.

“Gotta go to the men’s room, babe,” he said, slipping away from her.

As he walked toward the house, a tray-carrying waitress stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Billy?” she said.

He gave her a puzzled look. “Do I know you?”

“You should know me,” she retorted. “It was you who gave me the crabs.”

Holy shit! It was the waif from Tower Records. Miss Broken Taillight herself. And here she was all neat and clean in a waitress uniform with her hair piled on top of her head, looking quite respectable.

“What do you mean,
I
gave
you
crabs?” he said, outraged. “I got them from
you.”

“You certainly did not!” she replied, equally outraged. “You were the one who had them.”

Jesus! He motioned her over to the side of the room. “People can hear,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Don’t talk to me about this here.”

“When
should
I talk to you?” she retorted. “You gave me crabs and I had to spend a ton of money I didn’t have visiting the doctor and finding out what it was. You’re disgusting!”

“Hey,” he said, scowling, “you didn’t get them from me ’cause the only person I sleep with is my girlfriend.”

“Really?” she said. “Then what does that make me? A one-afternoon stand?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, steering her over to a quieter
corner. “What I meant was that when we did it, I was broken up with my girlfriend.”

“Is Venus your girlfriend?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“And you hooked up with me? Wow! I’m flattered. I hope you didn’t give
her
crabs too.”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, “will you shut the frig up? What do you want from me?”

“I want you to remember me when you see me. We had sex, I went down on you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you, Mister Big Movie Star?”

“What we had was a short encounter.”

“An encounter?” she said incredulously. “Should I have gotten your autograph on my ass? If I remember correctly, all you offered me was a signed photo.”

“What are you after? Money?”

“I’m an actress, not a hooker,” she said huffily. “Give me a part in your movie and I’ll shut up. Otherwise I’m telling Venus what a bad boy you’ve been. Okay?”

No. It wasn’t okay at all. But what could he do?

Hurriedly he gave her his cell phone number. In the distance he saw Venus approaching.

“Get lost,” he said, desperate to make a quick escape. “You got a deal, call me tomorrow. Now get the frig away from me.”

Chapter 45

Max wondered how long the freak was going to keep her prisoner. It disturbed her that he hadn’t covered his face. She knew what he looked like, which meant if she ever got out she would be able to identify him. And that wasn’t good, because in all the movies she’d ever seen involving a kidnapping, the kidnappers kept their faces covered— because if they didn’t, it meant they were planning to kill their victim.

Man, this was bad. This wasn’t a game.

And yet there was something about Internet Freak that gave her hope. He obviously wasn’t your usual run-of-the-mill criminal. He kept on looking at her with what she could only describe as a lovesick expression—like ugh! It was as if he wanted to be her boyfriend.

Maybe she should stop yelling at him and play up that angle, find out what he was really after, ’cause it didn’t seem to be money.

When he returned late in the afternoon she was all prepared with her new attitude.

“I think we got off to a bad start,” she ventured.

“Excuse me?” he responded, startled that she was speaking to him without yelling.

“Well, you
are
the same guy I was communicating with via e-mail, yes?”

He nodded unsurely.

“Then what went wrong?”

“Wrong?” he repeated blankly.

“I mean the whole thing with the gun,” she continued. “And this shackling me to the bed like some kind of animal. I thought we were friends.”

“But we are,” he said anxiously. “Friends, yes, we are certainly friends.”

“Friends don’t point guns at people and
kidnap
them.”

“I didn’t mean to. But the circumstances… your cousin … I wasn’t expecting him. You said you’d come alone. I was prepared for us to spend the weekend together, just the two of us.”

His words got her wondering about Ace. Could it be that they
weren’t
in cahoots, and if not, what had he done with him?

“Where is Ace, Grant?” she asked, speaking slowly.

It was the first time she’d used his name. It galled her to do so because all she really wanted to do was kick him in the balls and run—which hadn’t worked out so well earlier in the day.

“I told you,” he said, clenching his teeth. “I let Ace go.”

She knew he was lying, because why would he let Ace go? There was no way.

“Can you undo this thing around my ankle? It really hurts,” she said, summoning up a tear or two for his benefit.

“Last time—”

“Forget about last time, Grant,” she said, keeping her voice low and soothing. “I learned my lesson and this time I’ll behave. I promise.”

She watched him closely. His expression weakened, and she knew she was about to get a lot further by being nice.

He produced the key, undid the shackle, fetched her disinfectant and cotton swabs for her ankle, then allowed her into the living room where he fixed her a bowl of canned tomato soup. Wow! Why hadn’t she thought of being nice before?

They talked. Or rather
he
talked while she managed to check out her surroundings, taking in every detail. She noticed there was a chain and a double lock on the front door, and no bars on the window in the combination
kitchen/living room where they were sitting. In the kitchen section she spotted a knife stand and a collection of pots and pans. In the living room she noticed that he’d set up his rollaway bed under the window.

His voice droned on, horribly monotonous. He told her he was an award-winning actor, and had received many accolades.

“Would I have seen you in anything?” she asked, not believing him for a minute.

“Did you see the film
Seduction
?” he asked, nervously cracking his knuckles, thrilled that he was getting a chance to impress her with his achievements.