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TODDI Defense:
The Other Dude Did It.
    Wondering if Lauritz Montez was her new acting coach, I phoned his office at the Beverly Hills court building. “I’m not going to make you happy.”
    “Actually, it doesn’t matter,” he said.
    “The case settled?”
    “Better. Sixty-day continuance, thanks to my colleague who’s representing Meserve. Marjani Coolidge —
know her?”
    “Nope.”
    “She’s scheduled on a roots trip to Africa, asked to put everything off. Once the sixty days are up, we’ll get another continuance. And another. The media scrutiny’s faded and the docket’s jammed with serious felonies, no problem keeping trivial crap at bay. By the time we get to trial no one will give a shit. It’s all pressure from the sheriffs, and those guys have the attention span of gnats on smack. I’m figuring the worst the two of them will get is teaching Shakespeare to inner-city kids.”
    “Shakespeare’s not her thing.”
    “What is?”
    “Improvisation.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m sure she’ll figure it out. Thanks for your time.”
    “No report necessary?”
    “You can send one but I can’t tell you it’ll ever get read. Which shouldn’t bother you because turns out all I can get you paid for is straight session time at forty bucks per full hour, no portal-to-portal, no write-up fees.”
    I kept silent.
    “Hey,” he said, “budget cuts and all that. Sorry, man.”
    “Don’t be.”
    “You’re okay with it?”
    “I’m not much for showbiz.”
     
CHAPTER 6
     
    T wo weeks after Michaela’s final session, I spotted a paragraph at the back of the Metro section.
     
    Abduction Hoax Couple Sentenced
     
A pair of would-be actors accused of faking their own kidnapping in order to garner attention for their careers has been sentenced to community service as part of a plea-deal arranged between the Sheriff’s Department, the District Attorney, and the Public Defender’s Office.

Dylan Roger Meserve, 24, and Michaela Ally Brand, 23, had been charged with a series of misdemeanors that could have led to jail time, stemming from false claims of being carjacked in West Los Angeles and driven to Latigo Canyon in Malibu by a masked gunman. Subsequent investigation revealed that the duo had set up the incident, going so far as to tie themselves up and simulate two days of starvation.

“This was the best resolution,” said Deputy D.A. Heather Bally, in charge of prosecuting the duo. She cited the couple’s
youth and the absence of prior criminal record, and emphasized the benefits Meserve and Brand could provide to the “theater community,” citing two summer theater programs to which the pair might be assigned: TheaterKids in Baldwin
Hills and The Drama Posse in East Los Angeles.

Calls to the sheriff’s office were not returned.
     
    One continuance had done the trick. I wondered if the two of them would bother to stay in town. Probably, if visions of stardom still stuffed their heads.
    I’d sent my $160 invoice to Lauritz Montez’s office, still hadn’t gotten paid. I called him, left a polite message with a machine, and went about forgetting the case.
    Lieutenant Detective Milo Sturgis had different ideas.
     
     
    I’d spent New Year’s alone and the ensuing weeks had been nothing to warble about.
    The dog I shared with Robin Castagna turned ancient overnight.
    Spike, a twenty-five-pound French bulldog with fire-log physique and the discerning eye of a practiced snob, had scoffed at the notion of joint custody and gone to live with Robin. During his last few months of life, his self-absorbed worldview had faded pathetically as he’d slipped into sleepy passivity. When he started to go downhill, Robin let me know. I began dropping by her house in Venice, sat on her saggy couch while she built and restored stringed instruments in her studio down the hall.
    Spike actually allowed me to hold him, rested his cement-block head under my arm. Looking up from time to time with eyes turned filmy gray