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Authors: Jackie Collins

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After ordering coffee from room service, he switched on the TV. The
Today Show
was in progress, with Matt Lauer interviewing yet another politician accused of cheating on his wife with a hooker.

Recognizing the guy’s name, Bobby recalled that the man had been outed in the tabloid piece on Annabelle and Frankie. Poor ill-advised bastard, the jerk was actually on TV attempting to defend himself.

The politician’s interview ended, and on came the news. The lead story was all about the arrest of a suspect in the Gemma Summer murder case. The newscaster did not name the person who’d been arrested.

Was Denver aware that an arrest had been made? Probably not.

Well, one thing he knew for sure, she’d want to hear the news immediately since her boss was Ralph Maestro’s attorney.

Picking up the phone, he got the number of the Hendersons’ room. He now had an excellent excuse to go there.

 
Chapter Sixty-Six

Denver

I
must say that I was kind of delighted when Bobby arrived in time to accompany us to the police station. Yes, I’ll admit it, I’m relieved that he’s here with me. Usually I’m super-confident that I’m able to deal with any situation, but imagining what could’ve happened to Carolyn was making me queasy.

I’m not a very religious person, but all I could think about was,
Please, God, let her be alive.

Horrific scenarios kept running through my head. I remembered reading about the girl who was buried alive and found three months later. Another shocking case was the serial killer who’d dismembered his victims and buried them under his house – including several young women. Then there was the famous case of Washington intern, Chandra Levy, whose remains were discovered in a park thirteen months after her disappearance.

Chandra had worked for a politician with whom she’d been having an affair.

For a moment I thought about Carolyn’s boss, Senator Gregory Stoneman. Carolyn had often spoken about him in glowing terms. I’d once accused her of having a crush on him, and she’d become most defensive instead of laughing it off.

I thought about her last text –
We must talk! So much happening!
And her text before that –
Call me as soon as you get this – I have major news!

What was her major news? And what did
So much happening
mean?

I wondered if the police had spoken to the Senator. If they hadn’t, then I was going to suggest that they should.

As soon as he arrived, I introduced Bobby to the Hendersons. By this time Clare was a tad calmer.

Bobby, who did not know about George’s involvement with Gemma Summer, filled me in on the recent arrest.

I noticed George go on major alert; he was obviously desperate to ask questions, but he refrained from doing so, remaining tight-lipped.

At least
he
wasn’t the shooter, merely the lover.

Bobby had a car and a driver waiting downstairs. Thank goodness it was a low-key sedan and not a flashy limousine.

“We’ll all ride together,” I suggested to the Hendersons. They agreed.

It was too early, L.A. time, for me to call Felix and hear the news about who’d been arrested – my money was on the stalker – but believe me, I couldn’t wait to find out everything.

 
Chapter Sixty-Seven

Hank Montero – The Wild Card

H
ank Montero was no virgin when it came to police questioning, but the two Beverly Hills cops who’d arrested him were relentless. They’d kept him in a room all night asking him the same questions over and over. His head was reeling, it was so intense. And Hank Montero did not do well with intense.

It was all his damn wife’s fault – Pinky, the nineteen-year-old stripper with the foreign accent and huge bouncy boobs. She’d been after a Green Card, and he’d been cross-eyed at the thought of spending leisurely nights playing with those boobs. But it all turned sour as soon as he married her, what with the house going into foreclosure, and his two appalling kids – the Goth and the slut – both of whom flatly refused to leave home.

After they were married, Pinky had stopped stripping, turned into a nagging shrew, and announced that her boobs were off-limits.

Damn! What was a man supposed to do?

He’d taken a bad-ass job he’d known was wrong, collected the money, stashed it in a safe-deposit box in his name only, and celebrated by screwing their next-door neighbor – a flat-chested Southern bleached blonde, who made up for her lack of boobs by behaving like a maniac in bed.

Unfortunately, Pinky had come home early from her latest job at Hooters, caught him at it, gone for his gun and made a dangerously close pass at shooting him in the balls.

The Southern blonde had run from their house, a neighbor had called the cops, and all would’ve been fine if Pinky hadn’t left a pound of coke on the kitchen table. Yeah, she dealt coke as a sideline for a neighborhood thug. Lovely girl.

The cops had hauled everyone down to the station.

Later, when they’d checked out his gun, they’d discovered it was the same weapon used to kill Gemma Summer.

Big whoopee.

Hank was well aware that they had him in their clutches and they weren’t letting go anytime soon.

Unless . . . he could make a deal.

 
Chapter Sixty-Eight

Annabelle

F
ollowing Fanny’s orders, Annabelle dressed down, all in black. With her pale red hair, her favorite diamond Maltese Cross nestled at her neck, and a more subtle make-up, the effect was quite startling. She looked a little bit like her famous mother.

Staring at herself in the mirror she was conflicted. Half of her wanted to run back to New York, hide away in her apartment and not speak to anyone. The other half wanted to face the world and fuck ’em all, as Frankie was prone to say.

But could she maintain that attitude?

She wasn’t as strong as everyone seemed to imagine. And the thought of facing Ralph – Big Daddy – at the funeral was making her stomach cramp up.

Ralph, in a fury, was a frightening sight to behold. She remembered that as a child, she would run and hide in a closet whenever her father lost his temper.

Annabelle decided she needed more than Frankie and Fanny to bolster her confidence. She needed Denver by her side. Her old schoolfriend was so together, always exuding total confidence. That’s what Annabelle needed – a positive person who had nothing to gain by being there for her.

Denver had promised to accompany her to the funeral. But that was before the embarrassing headline story in
Truth & Fact
. Denver probably wanted nothing to do with her now that she’d been painted as a goddamn madam! Besides, Denver was on Ralph’s side – she worked for his lawyer.

All the same, she knew that Denver was a good person, and perhaps if she contacted her, they could work something out.

* * *

Frankie had a lot going on. Contrary to backing off, Rick Greco was hot to get into business with him. They’d started talking about creating a new club situation – maybe involving Bobby and M.J. if they were interested.

Fanny Bernstein had turned out to be a star, she knew everyone and was proceeding full speed ahead. Frankie and Annabelle had already signed a letter of agreement giving Fanny 25 per cent of future earnings. Fanny wasn’t one to sit around.

“I’ll be talking to Bravo, E! and MTV about a reality TV show next week,” she’d informed him. “You’ll hang out in L.A. until we go to New York for Annabelle to appear on
The View
. Stick with the big picture, Frankie. You’ll be shifting to L.A. permanently, so get your skinny ass into moving.”

Frankie hadn’t revealed that golden nugget of news to Annabelle. Right now she was agitated, so he had to handle her with care. Hopefully, after the funeral she’d return to her usual self, then they could both start enjoying their upcoming success.

Frankie Romano – media star.
It had a winning ring.

Yeah! Finally! Frankie Romano was going to be famous!

* * *

Fanny Bernstein didn’t just enjoy funerals, she reveled in them. Funerals to Fanny were not a place to mourn the dead, they were a place to cement old connections and forge new ones; a place to see and be seen; to talk about future projects, and make lunch arrangements. Fanny had never come across an opportunity she didn’t embrace, and funerals were full of opportunities – especially if the deceased was a famous person.

The Gemma Summer funeral should be a hotbed of new and interesting connections. And Fanny was certain she’d have an excellent seat, because she’d be walking in with her two new clients.

Surprise, surprise, Ralph Maestro. Let’s observe your reaction to
this
little play.

Fanny selected a black ruffled dress, enormous earrings, sparkling silver slippers (high heels hurt her feet), and many silver bracelets.

Eventually she was good to go.

* * *

Preparing for his wife’s funeral, Ralph Maestro chose what clothes he would wear.

Gemma was dead.
He
would be the center of attention, every eye would be on
him
. And not all of them for the right reasons, thanks to his dear daughter, Annabelle.

Annabelle Maestro. A rebellious child, an impossible teenager, and now, as an adult, she’d brought disgrace to the Maestro name, humiliating him beyond redemption.

His first instinct had been to separate her from her sleazy boyfriend, drag her back to the house and shake some sense into her – hence his fast trip to Vegas. But when he couldn’t find her in Vegas – no doubt she’d fled back to New York – he’d changed his mind.

The solution to Annabelle was to cut her off, disown her – allow her to bury herself in her own filthy profession. He was through.

Lupe buzzed his dressing room. “Meester Saunders is here,” she announced. “An’ Meester Pip.”

“Tell them I’ll be right down,” Ralph said, fixing his tie. A recent purchase. Black silk. Six hundred and fifty dollars.

Yes, every eye would be on him.

 
Chapter Sixty-Nine

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