He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, only shakes his head.
“And you want to know what else, Reverend Galliard? For revenge against my half sister, I was thinking about sleeping with her husband, a real winner, that guy. Would that have sent me right to hell?” She gives him a patently false smile. “I was going to cut him off at the knees, of course, once I was done with him. But then you came along. You saved me from wasting my time on him.”
She stops, stares at him. “I can’t believe what just came out of my mouth. You’re good, you know that? You’re really good. A preacher, a shrink-you’re good at both.”
He looks at her steadily. “Maybe you feel on a gut level that you can trust me. No, don’t say you’d rather trust the devil. I hope to show you it’s true.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t even know you.”
“I never wanted to leave you, Sunday, never, but-”
“Yes, there’s always a ‘but,’ isn’t there? You know what, Reverend Galliard? I don’t want to hear it, although I’m willing to bet your delivery would be worthy of you.” She waves her hand around his office. “I bet you’ve come to love your trappings and your Italian loafers. I’ll bet you’d do anything before you gave them up. Good luck saving all those souls in exchange for their worldly goods.”
She flicks a finger at his suit. “Versace, right?” She turns on her three-inch black heels and walks out.
He doesn’t move, stands staring after her-
“Clear! Good scene, Norman, Mary Lisa. Just great. You’re on again right after lunch, Norman.”
Clyde came bounding onto the set. “Not bad, guys. We’re off to a good start. I gotta tell you I wasn’t sure when Bernie sold me this story line. But it’s going to grab our viewers. And it’s completely fresh, we’ll be working it for months.”
Mary Lisa patted his arm. “I’m glad you’re pleased, Clyde. So am I.”
Clyde was already trotting back to the booth where the director stood watching them, toasting them with his cup of black coffee.
“The powers that be are happy. Good for us.” Mary Lisa smiled at Norman Gellis, newly arrived to play her father from ATWT-As the World Turns-and patted his arm. “Welcome aboard.” What an incestuous business the soaps were. Norman had run out of enthusiasm for his character on ATWT and so they’d killed him off, shot by his jealous wife when he’d come home from a hunting trip late at night. Mary Lisa thought Norman Gellis was perfect for the role of Reverend Phillip Galliard, Sunday’s long-absent father. He was an experienced, accomplished actor, and he’d played off her very well in their initial scene. Amazingly, his eyes were nearly the same color as hers, and she actually resembled him quite a bit. Was it all a coincidence, or had the producers planned to bring him over all along?
FORTY-ONE
Lou Lou caught up with her as she walked toward the front door of the studio. “Your father here yet?”
“Which father?” Mary Lisa grinned. “Everyone’s talking about how much Norman and I look alike. My real father-I hope I talked him out of coming. I heard Jack promise he’d call Dad if they needed him. Then he backed me up and lied, said everything was under control.”
Lou Lou began humming.
“Spit it out, Lou Lou.”
“I just wondered when you were going to tell me what’s happening between you and Jack.”
“Of course, Lou Lou, what are lunches for? But if you have another steak sandwich the size of Chicago in that lunch bag of yours I’m going to hit you with my sneaker.”
“Nah, it’s fish and chips today. They’re probably a little limp, but nothing that mayo relish won’t perk up. Come on, let’s sit down.”
Lou Lou had at least a pound of fish and chips, along with her favorite sweet-and-sour green relish for the chips.
Mary Lisa looked down at her own lunch, two small tubs of strawberry yogurt, with real strawberries mixed in. They were nice and cold. She’d sprinkled some pecans on top. Mary Lisa dug in, determined not to whine.
“Jack Wolf,” Lou Lou said, waving a French fry at her. “That was some show you guys put on last night until I managed to get everyone back inside.”
“Thank you.” Mary Lisa savored the yogurt. It was hard, but she did it. It was cold, wasn’t it, and that was nice. “I had an orgasm,” she said.
“What?”
“You saw me lying on top of him, you must have seen his hands on my butt. Well, he did all the right things and I’ll tell you, Lou Lou, I zoomed right into outer space. I’ve never felt like that before in my life. And it was unstoppable; it was on me and I flew out of control.” She grinned. “He’s something else.”
“Yeah, he is, as a matter of fact. I’ve felt the tension between the two of you, but I didn’t think-well, never mind that.”
“You didn’t think it was mutual? That we wanted to jump each other? Fact is, I didn’t realize it either. That, or it was simmering inside me and it all burst out last night. You know something else, Lou Lou? I really like him. He makes me laugh as much as he makes me want to punch him out.” She paused, grinning off at nothing at all. “Fact is, I can’t wait to do it again, only this time I’ll get him out of his jeans and-”
It was then she saw a black Italian boot appear on the bench beside her. She heard Lou Lou snicker as she followed that lovely boot upward and into Jack Wolf’s face. He was grinning at her and it was clear what he was thinking. The curse of all redheads-she turned as red as the strawberries in her yogurt.
“Hi, Goon Leader. Where’s Pitty Pat?”
“He’s parking the car. He’ll be here in a minute.” He paused a moment, and Mary Lisa knew, she just knew, he was going to innuendo her into the ground, but what he said was, “What in the name of heaven are you eating?”
“Yogurt. Strawberry. Pecan halves. Umm umm good.”
Jack looked revolted and picked up a French fry from Lou Lou’s pile, frowned at the relish, but dipped and ate it. As he chewed he closed his eyes in bliss.
Mary Lisa eyed him, waiting for him to say something sweet perhaps, or maybe finally dredge out some sly innuendo, but he kept on chewing, happy as a clam. “You want to try my yogurt?”
He gave her a slow smile. “Not in this lifetime.”
“Nice boots, Jack.” Lou Lou offered him a chunk of fried whitefish. “Good shine. We were all glad Mary Lisa didn’t toss them into the Pacific last night.”
“If she had, there would have been hell to pay.”
“Hell to pay,” Mary Lisa repeated slowly. “I wonder where that phrase comes from.”
He looked momentarily flummoxed. “Well, I could have thrown you in jail again.”
Mary Lisa nodded to Lou Lou. “See, he’s careful to make a believable threat since he’s already plunked me down in jail once, no reason to believe he wouldn’t do it again.”
“Are you ever going to tell us what Mary Lisa did in Goddard Bay, Jack? Graffiti the gas station? Steal a wrench from Goose’s Hardware?”
“How do you know about Goose’s Hardware?” John asked as he walked up.
“Mary Lisa’s a great storyteller, when she wants to be. I thought I knew all about Goddard Bay, but she never told us about the jail part, until Jack showed up.”
“I’ll tell you what, John. I’ll tell Lou Lou all about my night in jail if you tell me where Pitty Pat comes from.”
John grinned. “Actually, I’ll get that out of Jack sooner or later. Given what a straight arrow he is, Lou Lou, I’m sure you know she deserved it. You got a juvie record now, Mary Lisa?”
“No thanks to him that I don’t.”
John snagged a French fry from Lou Lou’s dwindling pile and ate it. “Thanks, Lou Lou. Great relish.”
“Yeah, I finally taught the guy down at the fish ’n’ chips place how to do it right.” She laughed. “He’s got a great place, old and decrepit. It’s called Vinegar by the Sea. On Moravia Street.”
“It’s delicious. We knew you’d be out here, and didn
’t want to miss mooching some lunch. And Daniel wants to see you, bring you up to date about Jamie Ramos’s van. Turns out Elizabeth called him.”
Mary Lisa jumped to her feet. “I told you people would respond to Elizabeth’s appeal last night on the news. Let’s go see now-rats, I’ve got another couple hours’ shooting. Hey, I can call Elizabeth, she’ll tell me since the calls went to the station.”
“Don’t bother. Daniel said they haven’t found anything yet, but they’re following up leads. Why don’t all of us come by your house after work?”
“That’d be great, John. Elizabeth too.”
John took one last French fry. “Hey, Jack, you think we can find this vinegar place on Moravia?”
“It might be fun to try.”
“Your local tax dollar in action,” Mary Lisa said. Before Jack walked away, he leaned down next to Mary Lisa’s ear. “I make you laugh, huh?”
She couldn’t help it. She turned and said, not an inch from his mouth, “Since I’m thinking about other things right now, I’m not really thinking about laughing.”
Mary Lisa thought he was going to grab her, but he didn’t. He straightened like a shot. “I’ll see you later.”
She and Lou Lou watched Jack and John walk away, their heads together.
Lou Lou said thoughtfully, “At least John doesn’t act like his heart’s broken.”
“No,” Mary Lisa said, “he doesn’t. It would have been nice of him to appear a little hurt though, don’t you think?”
Lou Lou laughed and ate her final French fry.
“I hate yogurt,” Mary Lisa said.
She felt Lou Lou’s hand on her arm. “Laughter is good. It holds the crap at bay. And I know you use it to keep people from seeing that you’re scared. Talk to me, Mary Lisa. How are you holding up, sweetie?”
Mary Lisa came crashing back to earth. She swallowed. “I’m holding up. Don’t worry, Lou Lou, I’m dealing with it.”
“I know you are. You also know I’ll worry. You want to talk about this Jamie Ramos guy?”
Mary Lisa’s voice shook only a little bit. “I really don’t like to talk about him, it’s just too scary. But I know he’s out there, Lou Lou. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. No way did he leave, Jack’s right about that.”
FORTY-TWO
“Sixteen calls about the Harley van,” Elizabeth panted as she hunched down into her stationary bike. The Mad Bitch leading the spin class was shouting instructions again-“Pedal faster, you girlie girls-get those quads burning-this is where we chase Lance Armstrong. Go!” The sound of thirty bikes spinning on a manic high over the dance music was deafening. Headbands were soaked, legs pumped, and muscles screamed.
It was impossible to talk now. For three minutes they chased Lance. Then the Mad Bitch shouted out, “Lance is going up the Matterhorn! No way you’ll catch him now! Back off, slow down. Cool off. Not great but not too bad. Maybe you can ask him for an autograph.”
After the five-minute cooldown, Lou Lou crawled off her stationary bike, wiped her face with her towel. “Thank God Lance went up the Matterhorn-I was ready to pull out a gun and shoot him. Is my face still above my neck or has it sweated off?”
Mary Lisa laughed. “Only the eyebrows. They’re down by your mouth, kinda like cute mustachios.”
“Har har.” But Lou Lou’s fingers traced over her eyebrows. “I’m pitiful, you get me every time.”
Elizabeth tucked a long damp hank of hair behind Lou Lou’s ear. “That’s only because your brain is too tired to care. I feel so limp you could pour Bolognese sauce on me, with a sprinkle of Parmesan. Hey, maybe I should call my boyfriend, see if that gives him any ideas. Wait a second-I don’t have a boyfriend. Well, damn, so much for a spaghetti fantasy.”
Mary Lisa, whose water bottle was tipped up to her mouth, spewed water. Lou Lou smacked her back.
The three women walked out of the World Gym in the shopping center off Webb Road a few minutes later, bedraggled and sweat-soaked, all their pre-spin-class makeup sweated off. They hadn’t showered, since they were close to Mary Lisa’s house, but they looked buff, their muscles warm and glistening, virtue oozing out of every pore. Their first stop was the Subway on the corner for some diet sodas, and of course some bags of potato chips: barbecue for Mary Lisa, onion and cheddar for Lou Lou, original for Elizabeth.
They waved to Chad in the kiosk at the gate and walked past him toward Mary Lisa’s house. Deciding on the beach rather than the shower, they grabbed some towels and sat down on the soft sand.
“So as I was saying before I had to catch Lance,” Elizabeth said, “I told Daniel there was one call that sounded interesting, from a guy named Scooter who lives here in Malibu. He said he’d get back to me. Actually, I think it’s the only one with possibilities. Anyway, Scooter claims he saw that van yesterday, heading down PCH past Santa Monica. He was riding his Harley, passing the van, and waved to the driver, said the driver gave him a thumbs-up.”
“He was on the driver’s side? They were both driving south?” Mary Lisa asked.
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong, Mary Lisa? What are you thinking?” Mary Lisa couldn’t answer because she’d stuffed a barbecue potato chip in her mouth. She automatically chewed, swallowed. “Well, the thing is, I thought Puker said the motorcycle and the sign were on the right side of the van.”
Elizabeth slugged down a big drink of Diet Seven-Up. She wiped her hand over her mouth. “So if they were going south, Scooter would have been passing on his hog on the driver’s side-the left side, not the ocean side where the logo was. No road there to ride on.”
“So it sounds like this Scooter guy was putting you on,” Lou Lou said. She wadded up her empty bag of potato chips and tossed it hard toward a trash can Mary Lisa had put on the beach. The bag banked off the back side and plopped right in.
“You never miss,” Mary Lisa said, waving at her very nice trash can, painted a bright blue with a yellow happy face on it. The teenagers who lived in the Colony used it for target practice.
Elizabeth shook her head at herself, and dug into the sand with her toes. “How slow can I get? The lying little jerk. I’ll never live this down. However am I going to get out of this with Detective Vasquez? Good shot, Lou Lou.”
“Thanks,” Lou Lou said, and turned her attention back to Elizabeth. “Hey, you’re a great liar, maybe you can tell him you checked out Scooter and it didn’t pan out. Don’t worry. You’re right, this bozo is a lying little jerk.”
Elizabeth said, “Hey, look who’s here.” The women looked up to see Detective Vasquez, John Goddard, and Jack Wolf walking toward them, all three of them in slacks and loafers, looking like they owned the earth.
“Is that a macho strut or what?” Elizabeth said.
Lou Lou batted her eyes, patted her heart. “Oh wow, do you think these guys are movie stars? Maybe we could barter our bodies for their autographs!”
Mary Lisa looked them up and down. “Nah, they look more like strolling mariachis who couldn’t find the cantina. You look on the warm side, Detective Vasquez.”
Daniel was the only one wearing a jacket because he had a holster with a Beretta in it fastened with a clip to his belt. “Yeah, I suffer for my job.”
Mary Lisa laughed, and introduced John to Elizabeth. They eyed each other and Mary Lisa found that immensely interesting. She smiled up at Jack, found herself wanting to jump up, no makeup, ratty ponytail, dried sweat and all, and take him down.
John nodded down to Elizabeth. “Jack and Daniel told me about your segment on TV last evening. So who’s the lying little jerk you guys were talking about?”
“Big ears,” Elizabeth said and scuffed her bare toes in the sand.
Mary Lisa looked at Detective Vasquez and gave him a smile that many BTBW viewers knew to distrust on sight. “This creep at Turley & Tom’s who lied to Elizabeth, told her he wasn’t married.”
Elizabeth nodded. “The idiot was so clueless he didn’t even know he had a tan
line from his wedding ring.”
Jack looked down at the sand. Mary Lisa knew he was debating whether or not to sit down in his dress slacks.
She patted the ground beside her, and gave him a shameless grin. “Well, pretty boy?”
He shook his head after giving her the once-over. “Unlike you, I’m clean and working. I just got these pants back from the cleaners. They ain’t going back for two more wearings.”
“Unless a catsup bottle gets you,” Lou Lou said.
Mary Lisa rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe we’re discussing Jack’s dry cleaning.”
Elizabeth eyed John Goddard. “Shall we discuss yours, instead, John?” she asked while she gave his ring finger a blatant look and grinned at him.
John looked down at her-hair sweated down to her head, not a dollop of lipstick on her smart mouth, and the whitest teeth he’d ever seen. “Hard to believe you’re really a TV newscaster.”
Elizabeth gave him a sweet smile.
Mary Lisa shook her head at him. “What? You don’t believe this scrap heap of a gym bunny you don’t want to sit too close to before she showers is a TV goddess?”
John waved his hand at her. “Actually, I was just thinking goddess myself.”
Jack said, “And she was willing to read your lame script about the van.”
Elizabeth’s white teeth gritted. “Mary Lisa didn’t write that lame script, I did. And it’s netted-what-”
Daniel said, “You told me sixteen calls so far. And this Scooter guy. You’ve got to tell me more about him so I can try to locate him.”
Elizabeth cursed under her breath.
Daniel gave her a perplexed look, saw she wasn’t going to say any more about it, and made a big deal of sniffing the air. “So this is why you guys are sitting close to the water? To dissipate the gym smells?”
Mary Lisa patted Elizabeth’s knee, said up to him, “We sure hope so. Nothing but salt air and potato chips. You want some?” She stuck the nearly empty bag at Jack.
He took the bag, looked in it, and shook his head. “You offer me crumbs? After last night?”
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