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partnership and go their separate ways. But usually sanity prevailed, because why mess with something that was making them both more money than they could ever have imagined?
    ‘How is dear little Nicci?’ Brian asked sarcastically. ‘Still calling you six times a day?’
    ‘We alternate,’ Evan muttered, wondering why he was even bothering to explain.
    ‘Bullshit,’ Brian said disbelievingly.
    ‘How come you’re always on her case?’ Evan responded, frowning.
    ‘Cause she’s nothing but a needy kid.’
    Evan glared at his brother. ‘Like you date adults,’ he said.
    ‘I date ’em, don’t marry ’em,’ Brian pointed out. ‘Marriage is for old people who can’t get it up.’
    Fortunately, Teena, their script assistant, rushed into the room, speaking into a cellphone. Short and in her thirties, she was an eccentric-looking woman with hair like straw, decorated with various coloured clips and slides, plus a bold blue streak. Her round face was made more so by the addition of huge wire-rimmed glasses, and she had a prominent snub nose.
    ‘What’s up?’ Evan said, happy for the interruption, because he was not about to get into a discussion about why he was marrying Nicci with his sex-crazed brother. It was none of his business.
    ‘Everything,’ Teena said, clicking off the phone and rolling her purple-shadowed eyes. ‘Abbey doesn’t care for her new lines. Harry is under the impression that his trailer is smaller than hers. And Chris can’t handle it. He’s apparently gone into a funk. We’d better get over to the location, pronto.’
    Abbey Christian–a leggy twenty-two-year-old natural blonde, with a smile that could light up Christmas. Star of their latest movie. Major player. Major coke-head.
    Harry Bello-big-deal comedy actor supreme. Rubber-faced and coming up to fifty. Paranoid about getting older and quite certain that Abbey was receiving better treatment than he was.
    Chris Fortune. Boy-wonder director. The same age as Abbey and somewhat intimidated by his two stars–even though he’d directed the big sleeper hit of the previous summer.
    ‘Freakin’ actors,’ Brian grumbled, exhaling smoke. ‘We should be making animated movies.’
    ‘You finally came up with a decent idea,’ Evan said. ‘No more over-the-top salaries.’
    ‘Please, guys, let’s move it,’ Teena urged, almost jumpingup and down with agitation. ‘Abbey won’t come out of her trailer. Harry’s sulking. And Chris is heading for a panic attack. We must get over there.’
    ‘Let’s go,’ Brian said, carefully preserving his joint in a Kleenex for later. ‘Nothing like a view of Abbey’s tits to wake me up in the morning.’
    ‘Remember,’ Evan said ominously, ‘no fucking our star until the movie wraps.’
    ‘Hey,’ Brian said innocently, ‘I can look, can’t I?’
     
    Lissa Roman went to great lengths to keep her private life private. Which was not easy considering she lived under constant media scrutiny. Danny, her assistant, was a big help. Earlier that day she’d instructed him to hire a car, leave it in the parking lot at Saks, and give her the ticket. He’d done so, no questions asked.
    After lunch, she’d had Chuck drop her off at Barneys, instructed him to come back in two hours, walked across to Saks, got into the rented car and driven out to the valley. There was no way she planned to alert Gregg to what was going on, or anyone else for that matter. This was her business, and when Lissa wanted to keep something private, she knew how to do it.
    Anyway, she was quite capable of driving to the valley on her own. She didn’t need security, just a pair of dark glasses and a baseball cap to hide her tell-tale platinum hair. Besides, it was an adventure doing something on her own for a change.
    She put on talk radio and listened to the various call-ins, which was always a trip, until finally she arrived at the Robbins-Scorsinni offices on Ventura, where she was greeted by a plump, middle-aged