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Authors: Eileen Davidson
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Actresses, Screenwriters, Television Actors and Actresses, Soap Operas, Peterson; Alexis (Fictitious Character)
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went even bigger. This went on for a while, until both women started looking like two toothpicks with martini olives attached. Eventually, Hannah was let go and Amanda was left with a pair of enormous bazoongas!
"I'm done here," I said, getting out of the chair. "Go ahead and take care of her, George."
"Thanks, Alex," Amanda said, taking my place.
"You're a sweetie."
I was about to leave when I noticed George rolling his eyes at me. Apparently, some of the gossip he and Linda had shared had something to do with Amanda. I decided to have a little visit.
I sat in the empty chair next to Boobzilla.
"Pretty terrible what happened to Marcy, huh?" I asked.
"I guess," she said.
"I mean, what a way to go, stuffed under her desk with her Emmy?"
She turned her head to look at me. Then her eyes widened and she said, "Omigod, that's right, you found her, didn't you?" It was clear she already knew all the facts. I wondered why she was giving me the big eyes.
"Yes, I did."
If I had been looking for sympathy, I was barking up the wrong tree.
"Well, that couldn't've been too bad for you," she said, going back to the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
"Everybody knows you and she hated each other,"
Amanda said. "I mean, we all heard the scream fest you had last week."
"That was just . . . a discussion."
"Yeah, right."
"Well, you and Marcy weren't exactly tight," I pointed out.
She looked at me again.
"What do you mean?"
"Just that . . . things get around." I shrugged. "You know. Rumors."
"Look," she said, anxiously, "none of that stuff was true. Marcy and me, we were just--"
"Yes?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she turned her head to look at me again.
"What are you getting at, Alex?"
"I'm just making conversation."
"No," Amanda said, "you're worried that the cops suspect you because somebody . . . everybody must've told them about you and Marcy."
"And nobody told them about you and Marcy?"
"There was nothing to tell." She looked back into the mirror at George and said, "That's good enough, George, thanks."
"But I didn't do--" George said, as she got out of the chair.
"You were on the set that day, weren't you, Amanda?" I asked.
"You should know," she said. "We were supposed to do that big emotional scene together that day, only you showed up late."
The scene Marcy had kept me from knowing anything about.
"Look, Alex, Marcy was a bitch, pure and simple,"
Amanda said. "We all know that, but we also know you were the one she was trying to write off the show. You're the one everybody thinks killed her."
"Amanda--"
She stormed out of the room, leaving me and George looking at each other.
"If you're gonna play amateur detective," he said, pointing with his comb at the door Amanda had just gone through, "you're gonna have to be more subtle, or that's what you're gonna run up against."
"I can see I'm going to have to play it a lot cooler,"
I said. "George, what was with the rolling eyes? What do you know?"
"I just heard from Linda that Amanda and Marcy were having . . . problems."
"What kind of problems?"
He shrugged.
"I guess you're going to have to ask Linda about that," he said.
That wouldn't be a problem. Linda loved to gossip while working on your makeup. I only wondered what she had to say about me when I wasn't around.
"I'll see you later, George."
"You be careful, girlfriend," he said. "If you need any help, you just call me, you hear? You can count on me."
He meant every word, which made me feel warm for just a moment.
"I know I can, George."
Chapter 14
I wasn't able to get Linda alone that morning. We both had too much work to do. It was just as well. After my failure with Amanda I knew I was going to have to figure out a new--what? Bedside manner? What did cops call it? A new interrogation technique?
They had brought in Sammy Horner, aka Timber, to help us catch up. As a director he's a quick one. He saves the show lots of overtime dollars. Only one problem: He has a large belly and it
"I'm done here," I said, getting out of the chair. "Go ahead and take care of her, George."
"Thanks, Alex," Amanda said, taking my place.
"You're a sweetie."
I was about to leave when I noticed George rolling his eyes at me. Apparently, some of the gossip he and Linda had shared had something to do with Amanda. I decided to have a little visit.
I sat in the empty chair next to Boobzilla.
"Pretty terrible what happened to Marcy, huh?" I asked.
"I guess," she said.
"I mean, what a way to go, stuffed under her desk with her Emmy?"
She turned her head to look at me. Then her eyes widened and she said, "Omigod, that's right, you found her, didn't you?" It was clear she already knew all the facts. I wondered why she was giving me the big eyes.
"Yes, I did."
If I had been looking for sympathy, I was barking up the wrong tree.
"Well, that couldn't've been too bad for you," she said, going back to the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
"Everybody knows you and she hated each other,"
Amanda said. "I mean, we all heard the scream fest you had last week."
"That was just . . . a discussion."
"Yeah, right."
"Well, you and Marcy weren't exactly tight," I pointed out.
She looked at me again.
"What do you mean?"
"Just that . . . things get around." I shrugged. "You know. Rumors."
"Look," she said, anxiously, "none of that stuff was true. Marcy and me, we were just--"
"Yes?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she turned her head to look at me again.
"What are you getting at, Alex?"
"I'm just making conversation."
"No," Amanda said, "you're worried that the cops suspect you because somebody . . . everybody must've told them about you and Marcy."
"And nobody told them about you and Marcy?"
"There was nothing to tell." She looked back into the mirror at George and said, "That's good enough, George, thanks."
"But I didn't do--" George said, as she got out of the chair.
"You were on the set that day, weren't you, Amanda?" I asked.
"You should know," she said. "We were supposed to do that big emotional scene together that day, only you showed up late."
The scene Marcy had kept me from knowing anything about.
"Look, Alex, Marcy was a bitch, pure and simple,"
Amanda said. "We all know that, but we also know you were the one she was trying to write off the show. You're the one everybody thinks killed her."
"Amanda--"
She stormed out of the room, leaving me and George looking at each other.
"If you're gonna play amateur detective," he said, pointing with his comb at the door Amanda had just gone through, "you're gonna have to be more subtle, or that's what you're gonna run up against."
"I can see I'm going to have to play it a lot cooler,"
I said. "George, what was with the rolling eyes? What do you know?"
"I just heard from Linda that Amanda and Marcy were having . . . problems."
"What kind of problems?"
He shrugged.
"I guess you're going to have to ask Linda about that," he said.
That wouldn't be a problem. Linda loved to gossip while working on your makeup. I only wondered what she had to say about me when I wasn't around.
"I'll see you later, George."
"You be careful, girlfriend," he said. "If you need any help, you just call me, you hear? You can count on me."
He meant every word, which made me feel warm for just a moment.
"I know I can, George."
Chapter 14
I wasn't able to get Linda alone that morning. We both had too much work to do. It was just as well. After my failure with Amanda I knew I was going to have to figure out a new--what? Bedside manner? What did cops call it? A new interrogation technique?
They had brought in Sammy Horner, aka Timber, to help us catch up. As a director he's a quick one. He saves the show lots of overtime dollars. Only one problem: He has a large belly and it
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