Stormy attacked Brett
in retaliation for Brett telling James about his
affair with Samantha Fallmont. Detective Baines
told a devastated James and Brooke that that they
were putting Michael's kidnapping on a less urgent
status. Jordan and Stormy tracked down Joel
Armitage and beat him up, then learned that Will
had paid him to drug Heather and shoot the x-rated
video of her. Angry over Will's role in James
and Jordan's misery, Alex decided to pay him a
visit. Believing they'd never get Michael
back, Brooke admitted to Ethan that he was Michael's
father. Convinced that Will had kidnapped
his son, Ethan went after him. While getting
ready for the Filmmaker awards, Will had
a surprise visitor. Later, James, Brooke, Jordan,
Alex, Stormy, Ethan, and Janet each returned home
acting peculiar and attempted to create an alibi
for themselves. Meanwhile, Will had been shot
in the chest and lie dead in his office at his estate.
Cast of Killers"
of Hollywood was abuzz last night at the 34th
Annual Filmmakers awards post celebrations,” said
the news reporter on the radio broadcast.
“Surprises filled every minute of the awards ceremony that drew in
record numbers and scored the highest television ratings in over ten
years. Possibly the biggest surprise of
the night was the award for Best Picture. Many felt that James Blackthorne’s Angel Assassin would take home the
award, with its much publicized initial X-rating, which was later edited down
in order to achieve a tamer R-rating.
The big surprise came when the award went to Will Thomerson and Tour of Duty. The reclusive producer wasn’t on hand to
accept the award, despite his promise that he would be in attendance. Thomerson has still as of yet to be contacted
for a statement.”
was early in the morning and Ethan turned off his car radio, his eyes unmoving
from the intertwining maze of streets ahead of him. He glanced down at a piece of paper in his
hand where an address in the Valley was typed out. Frantically, he looked up at the street signs
and stopped at an intersection.
Slamming his fists onto the steering wheel in frustration, he gritted
his teeth and referred to the address again.
The sprawling area of the Valley was growing faster than he could keep
up with it, making it virtually impossible for someone to find anything.
to give up, he proceeded through the intersection and continued darting his
head back and forth at the house numbers.
chased Miranda down the stairs at the Blackthorne mansion, catching her on the
landing and wrapping his arms around her from behind. She giggled and shivered at the touch of his
lips on her neck, playfully pushing him away as she galloped the rest of the
way to the foyer.
a little fireball today,” Brett teased, his tennis racket swinging in his hand
as he dodged toward her. “I think I’m
going to have to show you up on the court.”
yeah?” she laughed, backing up in her pristine tennis whites. “We’ll just see about that.”
the doorbell rang, Miranda turned and bolted to answer it.
No fair!” Brett called and folded his arms across his chest.
glanced back at him and shrugged.
“Sorry, saved by the bell.”
she pulled the door open and saw Detective Baines standing on the porch, her
good mood was immediately dampened. On
the other hand, maybe he had some good news about Michael.
morning, Detective,” she said.
Armstrong,” he replied in a no-nonsense demeanor. “I’d like to speak to Mr. and Mrs.
Blackthorne if they’re available.”
nodded and stood clear of the door. “Of
course. I’ll go get them. Has there been another lead on my baby
entered the foyer and shook his head.
“I’m afraid not. I’m here on a
what’s going on?” Brett asked as he stepped forward.
Baines took a deep breath and looked at them both. “Will Thomerson has been murdered,” he said.
and Miranda looked at each other in disbelief, then back at the detective.
the street, a coroners van was parked in the driveway just outside the
Thomerson estate. Yellow tape was
blocking the entrance as a swarm of police officers and crime scene
investigators filled the house.
a man in a lab coat dusted the door handle for fingerprints while another did
the same to the desk in the parlor room.
Scattered pieces of paper and film scripts strewn haphazardly on the
floor were placed carefully in plastic evidence bags.
body was stiff, laying on his back in the center of the room. He was dressed formally in a tuxedo, his
crisp white shirt soaked in blood from the bullet hole in his chest. An investigator snapped photos of the scene
and then looked up at one of the police officers.
guess this explains why he didn’t make it to those awards last night,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “From the looks of it he was on his way, but
somebody stopped him before he could make it out the door.”
a jealous rival for the award,” the police officer joked. “You know what they say, Hollywood can be a deadly business.”
James asked as he sat next to Brooke in the library at the mansion.
Baines nodded solemnly. “I’m afraid so,”
he said. “His driver was supposed to
pick him up last night for the Filmmakers awards. He never showed. Then this morning he went back to the house
to see if everything was okay. That’s
when he went inside and found the body.”
did it happen?” Miranda asked in awe as she put her arm around Brett.
gunshot wound to the chest. We didn’t
find a murder weapon at the scene.”
looked at James, her eyes wide. He
immediately put a hand on hers and quietly calmed her with his touch.
you have any suspects?” Brett asked warily.
a matter of fact, we do,” the detective replied. “That’s the reason I came by this
James asked with a deliberate frown.
“Surely you don’t suspect any of us.”
shrugged reluctantly. “I did walk in on the two of you going at
each other pretty heatedly the other night,” he said. “Mr. Thomerson claimed that you broke into
his house and threatened him with a gun.”
you arrested him for suspicion of kidnapping,” James declared. “Let’s not forget the outcome of that scene,
regarded him carefully. “I didn’t see a
gun when I showed up that night. Did you have your .38 revolver with you
struggled to find a way to answer him without implicating himself. He grew into a daze, recalling the incident
with Will that night before Brooke, Miranda and Baines showed up to intervene…
“You son of a bitch!” James shouted, tossing
the gun to the floor where it slid beneath an antique chair. He lunged forward, his arms outstretched and
his hands clasping around Will’s throat.
They struggled around the room,
knocking over lamps and tables and sending shards of glass shattering
everywhere. Will pushed James back,
sending him crashing into the wall and knocking a portrait to the floor. James recovered quickly, struggling to his
feet and racing back to attack him.
Suddenly Detective Baines appeared
in the doorway with Brooke, Miranda and a uniformed officer. He rushed over to break up the violent
struggle but was quickly knocked clear of the scene…
Blackthorne?” Baines asked, snapping him out of his daze. “We did a check and you do own a .38 revolver. Did
you have it with you when you to see him the other night?”
quickly shook his head in reply. “No, I
didn’t,” he lied, remembering that in the confusion he’d forgotten to retrieve
the gun from where it landed beneath the chair.
Telling Baines about it now would only arouse suspicion in the murder. “I went over there to demand he return my
son to me. We fought and that’s when you
came in. End of story.”
he was lying when he said you had threatened him with a gun?” Baines asked
course he was,” Miranda said, knowing full well that she and Brooke checked and
the gun was missing from its box in the dresser drawer. “My father is not a killer.”
shrugged and looked at James again. “But
you do own a .38 revolver.”
“Yes. It’s licensed. I’m not breaking any laws by having it.”
Baines, was Will Thomerson shot with a .38?” Brett asked.
won’t know that until we get the ballistics report back. But in the meantime, I’d like to take a look
at your gun, Mr. Blackthorne. Just as a
formality. If the victim was shot with a
.38 and we can determine that your gun hasn’t been fired recently, then you
have nothing to worry about.”
Baines, are you honestly considering me a suspect?” James demanded
angrily. “That man kidnapped my
son. Why would I kill him without first
finding out where he stashed him? That
doesn’t make any sense.”
has been no proof to substantiate your claims that Mr. Thomerson abducted your
child,” he said. “We’ve been through all
of this before.”
then, Stormy entered the room, dressed in the same clothes he’d worn the day
before, his face unshaven and his hair tousled more so than usual.
going on?” he asked, looking around the room.
raced over to him in a panic. “Will
Thomerson was murdered last night.”
let his gaze travel to his father and Brooke, then to the detective. “It’s about time,” he said and turned to
leave the room.
wait-“ James called after him, noting the cut on his son’s forehead.
what do you mean by that?” Baines asked.
“You act as if you were expecting him to be killed.”
shrugged, shedding his black leather jacket.
“It was only a matter of time,” he said.
“That man had more enemies than Jimmy Hoffa.”
yourself?” Baines asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re certainly not above violent outbursts, Mr. Blackthorne. I did witness that scene with you and Mr.
Armstrong the other day in the hall. As
a matter of fact, I heard you threaten to kill him.”
grinned, relishing the heat being put on Stormy. He knew his brother-in-law’s hothead temper would
come back to haunt him eventually. May
he did kill Will Thomerson.
Stormy folded his arms and met the detective’s gaze. “I was with someone last night,” he
said. “A woman I met at the Fern Bar. I’d be happy to give you her name and address. I’m sure she’ll vouch for me.”
why don’t you do that.”
entered the room and looked at Stormy, pushing her hair over her shoulders and
looking around in confusion. “I just
heard it on the radio. Is it true? Will Thomerson is dead?”
looked at her and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Yeah, he’s dead.”
trying to focus on his task at hand, turned back to James and disregarded the
interruptions. He jotted a few things
down on a small pad of paper, scratching his head with his pen. “What about your nephew?” he asked. “Is he available? I’d like to ask him a few questions as well. I know he worked with Will Thomerson, and he
was just as disturbed by the possibility that he could have been Michael’s
stammered for a second, then quickly regained control of his thoughts. “Ethan is out of town on business for a few
days,” he said. “He left yesterday
jotted more notes down and nodded his head.
“About that gun,” he said. “Where
do you keep it?”
in my dresser. Should I go get it?”
detective nodded and gestured to the door.
“Yes. I’ll go with you if you
James led him down the hall to the staircase in the foyer. Miranda glanced over to Brooke who sat
quietly on the sofa. She wondered how
she could be so calm after hearing that Will had been killed. The only man who was a viable suspect in
Michael’s kidnapping was dead and she didn’t seem phased one bit.
later, Leilani came into the room with Jordan.
Heather turned and grew tense when she saw her father standing
there. She started to dart past him
when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
I need to talk to you,” he said.
paused, looking into his eyes. She realized
she couldn’t hide from him forever. The
humiliation she felt over what happened in the director’s office wasn’t going
to go away, and neither was her father.
give you some privacy,” Miranda said, motioning to Brooke and leading her out
of the library.
held back, eyeing Jordan knowingly before Miranda finally
yanked him out into the hallway.
they were alone, Jordan closed the library doors and
followed Heather across the room to the window. He put a hand on her shoulder and felt her
tense up. “Heather, you don’t have to be
afraid anymore,” he said. “Will
Thomerson can’t hurt you ever again.”
around quickly, Heather stared into his eyes, her hands trembling. “What?” she asked. “How did you know that he-“
know what that monster did to you,” Jordan said, reaching into his jacket
pocket and removing a videotape. “But
no one will ever know.”
eyes widened in shock, taking the tape in her hand and staring at it in
disbelief. After a few seconds she looked
back at him and shook her head. “How did
you get this?” she asked, her heart beating wildly. “What did you do, Daddy?”
didn’t watch it,” he assured her. “And
I’m pretty sure that’s the only copy. I
thought you’d want to destroy it for yourself.”
covered her mouth with her hands, afraid to think of what lengths her father
had gone to to protect her.
James led Detective Baines into his bedroom, moving swiftly across the room toward
the dresser by the far wall.
keep my gun in here,” he said. “I have
for years. Luckily I’ve never had to
nodded, watching him from the doorway.
“A simple test in the ballistics lab will tell us if it’s been fired
recently,” he said. “I’m sure you have
nothing to worry about, Mr. Blackthorne.”
bit down on his lip, carefully opening the bottom drawer and removing the box
containing the gun. He took a deep
breath, biding his time as he planned his next move carefully.
sure you’re right,” James said as he slowly stood up, the gun tightly gripped
in his hand. As he turned around, he
placed his finger on the trigger and fired the gun into the wall across the
shot rung out and echoed with a deafening bang.
James feigned surprise and looked at the detective with wide eyes. “Oh my God.
It just went off. I barely even
the-“ Detective Baines exclaimed, rushing forward and grabbing the butt of the
gun with a handkerchief. His eyes narrowed
on James accusingly.
then, Brooke, Miranda and Stormy appeared in the doorway, startled by the
gunshot echoing through the house.
“What’s going on?” Miranda exclaimed.
“Daddy, are you all right?”
father just accidentally fired his
gun,” Baines said, looking at him skeptically.
“Unless that was a staged attempt to throw off the ballistics reports.”
“What?” James asked with a frown. “Why would you think I’d do something like
our tests wouldn’t be able to prove anything, that’s why!” Baines shouted,
looking at the gun in his hand with regret.
Something inside told him that James fired it intentionally to throw
can assure you, Detective, it was an accident.
It must have a hair trigger.
Maybe you could have your people take a look at it for me.”
eyed her father, then looked at Brooke standing beside her. She knew something was going on. First her father lied about having the gun
when he went to Will’s house the other night.
Now he fired it in an obvious attempt at throwing off their investigation. Something told her there was more going on
than he was letting on.
Jordan and Heather heard the gunshot and quickly ran to the door of the
library. Startled by the commotion,
Heather dropped the videotape onto the sofa and it slid down between the
cushions. They ran out to the hallway
and down to the foyer to see what was going on.
turned on the television at Ethan’s house, watching another news report come
across about Will’s murder. She sat
down on the edge of the sofa, wrapping her arms around herself and watching
Angeles today were cut short after the discovery of a body in this
sprawling estate in the Hollywood Hills,” said the reporter standing just
outside the gates of the Thomerson estate.
“The body of producer Will Thomerson was discovered early this morning
by his limousine driver. Details of the
death are still sketchy at this time, but sources say that foul play is
suspected. Thomerson was absent last
night from the Filmmakers awards ceremony at the Kodak Theater. The award for Best Film was given to the former Broadway producer, an honor that
will now be forever known as his last.”
switched off the television and walked over to her purse resting on the sofa
table. She opened it and removed the
.38 revolver, turning it around in the light and examining it closely. She shut her eyes tightly, praying that
Ethan would come home soon so she could tell him everything. She had to before it was too late.
Jordan drove his Mercedes along the
dirt packed road just beneath a ridge in the canyons. He made his way along the tree-strewn,
deserted area and pulled up alongside Alex’s town car.
a pair of shades over his eyes, he got out of the car and walked over to where
Alex was waiting for him.
with the cloak and dagger stuff?” he asked, looking around at their
grabbed his arm and led him to the other side of the car. “I had to see you and I wanted to make sure
we weren’t seen talking,” she said, her head wrapped in a scarf and her eyes
shielded by enormous sunglasses. “Jordan, we have to talk about what
shook his head adamantly. “No, we
No matter what’s happened you’re still my husband! I’m worried about you!”
“Look! I cannot talk about this with you!” he
shouted, grabbed her by the shoulders and shaking her firmly. “Just go home and try not to think about it!”
shook her head, fighting back the tears.
“I burned your jacket,” she said in a low voice. “There’s nothing left of it. They won’t be able to prove that you were
there. They won’t be able to prove that either one of us were there!”
will if you don’t stop it!” Jordan yelled. “You have got to calm down. Just go
home to Malibu and act normal. Please Alex, or you’re going to make things
reluctantly, Alex sunk her head down and allowed Jordan to lead her back to the driver’s
seat of the car. She got inside and
started the engine, glancing at him once more before lurching forward along the
you okay?” Stormy asked as he walked into Heather’s bedroom.
shrugged, frowning at him as she tidied her room. “I’m
fine. It’s James and Brooke you should
be worried about. It’s their son and your brother that may never be found now that Will Thomerson is
shook his head adamantly. “I mean, are
stopped what she was doing and shot him a curious look. “Why do you keep asking me that?” she
asked. “First my father comes over here
and now you-“ She stopped, her hands
cupping her mouth in horror when she realized that Stormy knew the truth. “Oh my God….you know?”
know that Will Thomerson used you,” Stormy said. “And I know about Philip and what happened in
the director’s office.”
don’t have to say anything,” he cut her off.
“I’m so sorry that this happened to you, Heather. If I could have stopped it I would have. I would do anything to take that pain and
humiliation away from you. Anything.”
looked at him in bewilderment. She knew
how much he wanted to protect her, and how much he still felt responsible for
her. Was it possible that he had
something to do with Will’s murder?
First her father and now Stormy.
in the hallway, Brett rubbed his chin, wondering what exactly Stormy had done for
Heather. It would be just like him to be
so stupid as to kill someone for her.
James was on the phone in his study when Alex rushed in from the foyer. She waited impatiently for him to finish his
conversation, lighting a cigarette and pacing around the office.
“Fine. Have Mr.
Littleton call me as soon as he
gets in,” James said into the phone before hanging up. He sighed and looked at Alex, waving off a
cloud of smoke that enveloped him.
“Alex, what do you want?”
frowned, stepping closer to him. “Was
that Ed Littleton? The assistant
attorney? What were you calling him
about? Does this have to do with Will’s
shook his head dismissively. “No, it
doesn’t. It’s about my uncle.”
Uncle Nathan?” Alex gasped. “What on
earth were you talking to the assistant D.A. about him for? He’s still in Paris, isn’t he?”
barely acknowledged Alex’s dismay as he fiddled with stacks of papers on his
desk. “I’m trying to get the charges
against him dropped so he can come back to Hollywood where he belongs.”
you can’t!” Alex exclaimed. “Why on
earth would you want that man back here after what he did?”
was twenty years ago, Alex,” James deadpanned.
“The man was my idol growing up.
He’s the reason I wanted to move to Hollywood and
got into the business. He’s one of the most brilliant
actors and directors of all time.”
isn’t the word I would use for him,” Alex said, her tone full of sarcasm.
if the D.A. agrees to drop the charges, he can come back to the United States
and not worry about being
arrested. I’m hoping if I get enough
support we can convince them.”
count me out!” Alex lamented, growing increasingly distraught over the idea of
the exiled Nathan Blackthorne returning to Hollywood.
“Anyway, that’s not why I came here to talk to you. I wanted to see what you know about Will’s
makes you think I know anything?” James asked with a frown.
her eyes, Alex puffed away at her cigarette and flopped down in the chair
across from his desk. “Because you were his
enemy number one. Are you telling me the
police haven’t been around to question you?”
James said. “They did come by but so far
there hasn’t been anything for them to go on.
And hopefully it will stay that way.”
do you mean?”
grinned and looked at her dead on. “Do
you think anybody cares that he’s dead, or who killed him?” he asked. “Come on, Alex, the man was going around
terrorizing people, he kidnapped my son, he-“
if he did kidnap Michael, then how
are you ever going to find him?” Alex demanded, standing up again and leveling
her eyes on him.
sure it will all work out,” James said with a shrug.
shook her head, knowing that James knew something just by the look on his
face. She knew him too well. “You don’t seem very worried about it,” she
said. “Just please tell me what is going
on. Do they have a suspect or not?”
ask questions I can’t answer,” James shot back, fixing his eyes cleverly on her
as he sat down and continued with a stack of paperwork.
didn’t like the sound in his voice.
Should she be worried? Was Jordan aware that the police had
already been to James and questioned him?
So many thoughts ran through her mind, and so many questions that were
yet to be answered.
Alex left, James sat thoughtfully at his desk and picked up the phone, dialing
the only person who could help him.
DeWitt was up to his old tricks again.
He’d been a model of monogamy since his wife Renee found him
in bed with Winter Austen a year ago, and since then things had gone smoothly in their
marriage. Until he walked into the bar
at Hotel Terranova a week ago and met
the deliciously dirty B.J. Summers. She
had it all. She was white, beautiful,
stacked, and had blond hair for miles.
After an hour or so of small talk, they wound up screwing in the back of
his limousine – his favorite place for tawdry hookups – which was where they
were now when his phone started ringing.
Kenny said, dismounting and rolling over onto the red leather seat. He picked up the car phone and answered with
a breathless groan. “Kenny DeWitt.”
it’s James. I need your help.”
immediately forgot about B.J. He owed
James big time and had made a promise long ago that he’d come through for him
whenever he needed it. “James, what’s
up?” he asked, his face beaded with sweat from the vigorous lovemaking.
need you to tell a little lie for me. If
anybody asks, we were together last night.
nodded. “Of course, James. You’ve got it.” He paused, slapping B.J.’s hand away as she
tried to entice him. “Does this have
anything to do with Will Thomerson’s murder?”
sighed, rubbing his face with his hand.
“I don’t think you want to know.”
afternoon, Miranda found Brooke in the family room, standing by the desk
staring at a picture of her, James and Michael. She walked into the room and cleared her
throat to announce her presence. When
Brooke looked up and saw her, she immediately grew nervous, setting the picture
down and moving out onto the terrace.
you seen my father?” Miranda asked as she followed her outside.
she stared out at the grounds and nodded her head. “He went downtown to talk to Detective
Baines,” she said. “He called and said
they had the results from the ballistics test on James’s gun.”
gun that my father lied about?” Miranda asked.
Brooke asked, shooting her a quick stare.
both know that he took it to Will’s house the other night. We found the empty box in the dresser drawer. Why did he lie to the detective? And why did he fire the gun unless it was to
throw off their lab tests?”
don’t know, Miranda,” Brooke said, growing frustrated by her questions.
think you do,” Miranda said, turning Brooke to face her. “And I also think you know that Will
Thomerson didn’t kidnap Michael, don’t you?”
father went over there last night, didn’t he?” she continued. “Because you were so upset about Michael and
you were so sure that Will had kidnapped him.
But I don’t believe that my father would have killed him if he thought
he was the kidnapper.”
maybe you should discuss this with your father when he gets home,” Brooke said,
trying to skirt past her and walk back inside.
I want you to tell me what happened,” she insisted, pulling her back firmly. “You know, I’ve tried to give you the benefit
of the doubt these last few months, Brooke.
I felt for you because your son had been taken away from you. But now I’m more sure than ever that you are
nothing but trouble when it comes to this family.”
just leave me alone,” Brooke said with irritation.
my father killed Will Thomerson for you and he has to go to prison, I will
never forgive you, and you’ll be sorry you ever came into our lives,” Miranda
said, staring at her with a biting glare before turning and rushing back
stood on the terrace, burying her face in her hands in despair. She was overwrought with confusion, not
knowing what to do or who to turn to. If
only she could talk to Ethan. James said
he was away on business, but something inside told her there was more to it. He wouldn’t have up and taken off like that.
walked down the stairs to the foyer, spotting Leilani making her way to the
dining room and calling over to her.
have you seen my briefcase?” he asked.
“I have a meeting at the office and I’m late.”
thought for a second and then nodded eagerly.
“I think it’s in the library, Mr. Armstrong,” she replied before
continuing on her way.
Brett made his way into the library and scouted around for his missing
briefcase. He sighed, placing his hands
on his hips as he inspected the room carefully. He leaned over the sofa and peered behind
it, then lifted the pillows and checked under them. A frustrated groan escaped his throat and he
threw his hands up in resignation.
his eyes darted past a videotape nestled between the cushions and he reached
down to pick it up. Squinting at the
small print on the label, he read the name quietly to himself.
“Joel Armitage project,” he whispered
over and over again. For some reason the
name struck a familiar chord, but he couldn’t quite decide why.
a few seconds, he raised an eyebrow, suddenly recalling that Joel Armitage was
one of the biggest adult film directors in the business. He’d seen many of his films and had acquired
a great deal of respect for the man’s abilities as a director.
curiosity too great to ignore, he walked across the room and placed the tape in
the VCR. Seconds later, the film started
and Brett immediately recognized Philip Whitacre, kneeling on an old sofa with
another man he couldn’t place. When
their bodies moved positions and the camera changed angles, he quickly spotted
Heather laying on the sofa, completely naked and oblivious to the two men
having intercourse with her.
eyes flashed open, suddenly realizing why Stormy had been so adamant about
protecting Heather. Will Thomerson must
have set the whole thing up when he found out Heather had infiltrated his camp
and stole movies scripts from him.
the tape, he quickly placed it in his jacket and left the room.
knocked on the door to Ethan’s house and glared menacingly at Janet Harper when
she opened the door. Before she could
close it again, Stormy forced his way inside.
not here,” she said with irritation.
Stormy was one thing she didn’t need to deal with right now.
didn’t come to see Ethan,” he shot back.
studied him carefully. “Then what do you
can’t believe you have the nerve to stick around after what you did to me,” he
Janet asked in surprise.
pictures of Samantha Fallmont and I,” he reminded her. “Samantha was right about one thing. You get some sick, twisted enjoyment out of
hurting people, don’t you? Why did you
even bother to send the photos to Samantha when you’d already shown them to her
husband? Was that just to twist the
knife a little deeper?”
don’t have time for this,” Janet said and opened the door again. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”
offered a contemptible grin and folded his arms. “You’ve certainly made yourself at home
here. I guess my cousin Ethan still
hasn’t figured out what a troublemaker you are.”
have a lot of room to talk,” Janet said and slammed the door closed. She turned to him and scowled angrily. “You’re a walking billboard for an STD with as
many women as you drop your pants for.
You’re lucky the only thing you’ve caught
is the brunt of Timothy Fallmont’s wrath.”
his eyes, Stormy looked into her eyes and wondered what it was Ethan saw in
her. True, she was classy and beautiful,
but she was more dangerous than either of them probably knew.
can imagine what Ethan would say if he were to find out about your affection
for voyeurism and erotic photography,” Stormy quipped. “What other little secrets are you hiding?”
hard, she thought about her manuscript and how hard she’d tried to keep Ethan
from finding out about it. The
unfortunate thing was that after everything she’d done, she still hadn’t been
able to get a hold of it.
think twice about telling Ethan anything,” Janet said, her tone full of
warning. “I’d hate to have to go to the
police and tell them that you were at Will Thomerson’s house last night.”
regarded her carefully, wondering if she was bluffing. “I was with someone last night,” he
said. “The police have already talked to
her and she’s sworn that she was with me.”
laughed. “Well, once the police
determine the time of death, they’ll probably ask her again. And I’m assuming she won’t be able to swear
to being with you all night. I mean,
you’re obviously young so I don’t imagine you have much stamina. Anything else would just be too
eyes narrowing on her, Stormy took a step closer. “What did you see exactly?”
shrugged and walked away with a playful smile.
“I saw enough,” she said.
caught off guard by the fact that she’d seen him, suddenly began to sweat
profusely. He hadn’t expected there to
have been any witnesses. One word from
Janet could send his alibi into the gutter, especially if the police found out
about Heather and established his motive. But as long as there was no
proof of what happened to Heather in Armitage's
office, he was free and clear.
stood in a waiting room at the police station.
He paced back and forth anxiously until Detective Baines emerged from
Blackthorne, thank you for coming down to see me,” he said. “I have the results from the ballistics
report we did on your gun, and on the bullet that killed Will Thomerson.”
was a .38 that was used in the
murder,” Baines declared. “That much we
what about my gun?” James asked anxiously.
He hoped that by firing it their tests would be thrown off. Otherwise…
the detective replied. “There’s a
possibility that your gun was fired more than once recently, but it’s
impossible to tell for sure.”
James let out a deep breath. “Well, I
can assure you it was just the once.”
the accident back at your house,”
Baines offered sarcastically.
smiled. “It was an accident,” he said.
“Anyway, have they completed the autopsy? Do they know the time of death?”
Baines said, reluctant to give him much more information. “He died around seven
of a gunshot wound to the chest. He
also suffered a pretty severe blow to the head.”
blow to the head?” James asked with surprise.
Baines nodded. “Nothing serious enough
to kill him,” he said. “We haven’t been
able to pinpoint how or when he got the head injury either.”
James said, rubbing his face in concentration.
interesting if you believe that he only had one visitor last night,” Detective
Baines said. “But from the looks of it,
he went through hell before he finally bit the bullet. No pun intended.”
frowned, studying the detective carefully.
“So you think more
than one person showed up at his house with the intent to
or just to get information out of him. His
study was torn apart, almost as if someone was looking for something. Any chance you were one of those people, Mr.
quickly hid his tightening jaw line. “No.”
are more tests we can do on your gun,” Baines said. “It’ll just take more time. It might be easier if you come clean
now. Did you go to Will Thomerson’s house last night?”
James could reply, an officer rushed up and handed Baines a stack of paper
bound with three clasps on the side.
“We found this at the scene. It
was buried under some papers. I thought
you might want to take a look at it.”
took the papers from him and looked at them blankly. James moved up behind him and peered over his
shoulder. He read the title page of the
manuscript and his eyes widened in shock.
the-“ he began, then looked at Baines in bewilderment. “I don’t believe this.”
Exposed: Secrets of a
Hollywood Family by Janet Harper,” Baines read aloud, shaking his head in
at the mansion, Brett crept down the upstairs hallway and paused outside of
Stormy’s bedroom. He pushed the door
open and peered inside, cautiously making sure the room was empty. Once he was satisfied that the coast was
clear, he ducked inside and quickly moved over to the dresser.
pulling out one of the drawers, he reconsidered and closed it again, glancing
around for another inconspicuous spot to plant the evidence.
over to the closet, he pulled the door open and reached into his pocket with a
handkerchief, carefully removing the videotape so as not to leave any
fingerprints. With incredible caution he
reached up to the top shelf and popped the tape into an empty shoe box.
he turned and skirted back out of the room completely unseen.
later, Brett was standing at a phone booth in a neighboring lot close to Sunset Studios. He dialed a phone number and waited for an
answer, covering the receiver with a handkerchief to disguise any background
hotline,” said the woman on the phone.
I saw a man go into Will Thomerson’s house last night,” Brett said, effectively
disguising his voice. “He was about
twenty-four, six feet tall, medium build, and had spiky black hair.” He squinted, trying to recall what Stormy had
been wearing that morning when he came back from his all night tryst. “He was wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a
black leather jacket.”
Before the operator could request
further information, Brett hung up the phone and smiled wickedly. With any luck the police would put two and
two together and their efforts would lead them directly to Stormy. Finally he’d be out of his hair for
Janet is questioned
when her manuscript is made public. Stormy
is arrested. Miranda suspects Jordan. Heather
and Stormy are warned not to be seen talking. Heather
begs Alex to spare Jordan.