just another part of our business. But don’t worry your head about it, Jaxx.” She reached across and patted Jaxx on one bare tanned knee, bestowing on her a full-wattage Tammy smile. The kind that made men act like fifteen-year-olds. “I know all this business talk is boring for you. I’d love a job like yours where all I had to do was look glamorous and let the producer do all the work. How do you get a job like that?”
Georgie sat straighter in her chair, certain that Jaxx might slash at Tammy with one of her lethal-looking fingernails, like an angry cat.
Jaxx didn’t attempt to hide her annoyance. “I don’t know where you got that idea, but you couldn’t be more wrong. I tell Lilli Chin Lee what to do. I am the talent in this show, not the producer. If it were not for me, she’d be still waiting tables with her precious media degree.”
“Oops,” Tammy said. “I seem to have struck a nerve. I’m so sorry, Jaxx. I just meant that you look so glamorous and sexy and all, that you must have to work at it all the time. It can’t be easy to look like you do.”
Jaxx looked at her suspiciously, but Tammy simply looked at her with wide, innocent blue eyes and a suitably remorseful expression.
“Yes,” Jaxx said, somewhat stiffly. “It is a lot of work. I have to come up with the ideas, and plan the shoot, and do the voiceover, and make sure that the cameramen have the right angles, and ensure that Lilli doesn’t get carried away with her own ideas. Nobody really understands the level of responsibility.”
“I think we’re beginning to get an idea,” Georgie said soothingly. “I don’t know how you do it. Perhaps we’d better let you get on with it, or you’ll be late finishing today. Tammy, are you ready?”
“Sure am,” Tammy said brightly. “I’m going to watch and see exactly how Jaxx does this. Learn from the master. Er, mistress.” She nodded over Jaxx’s shoulder. “And speak of the devil, here comes your producer. Let’s get the show on the road!” As though overcome with excitement, she bounced up out of her seat and waved at Lilli.
Georgie leaned over and muttered in Layla’s ear, “For God’s sake keep those two under control. Tammy’s out for blood.”
“I have sisters,” Layla whispered back. “I’m used to refereeing. You go consult your crystal ball. See if you can pick up anything else.”
Maybe, Georgie thought. And maybe she’d get better results by talking to Lilli.
If anyone would know who might be after Jaxx, it would be the person who spent hours in her company every day.
Unless, of course, the threat was coming from Lilli herself.
Chapter 5
Georgie watched from a distance while Lilli walked around with Seth, pointing her pencil at various vintage tableaus and making notes as she went. Heads together, they conferred for a few minutes, vacillating between two possible settings for Tammy’s interview. Seth pointed at the sun, and then at the direction of the shadows, before they agreed on a charming trailer that showed Tammy’s creative side: pale blue with a hot pink stripe on the outside: the interior a delightful blend of pale blues and all shades of pink, wallpapered with a gray-blue paper with splashy hot-pink trumpet lilies. Soft pink drapes at the window were tied with blue ribbon, and the tiny table inside was draped in a tablecloth that picked up the exact shade of the lilies. It was daring and gorgeous and, as most women who saw it declared, ‘good enough to eat!’
Seth disappeared into the interior with his camera, and then Lilli beckoned to Tammy and Layla.
“We’re going to have to interview one of you at a time, because of the limited space,” she said. “Jaxx has gone off to change into something more suitable.” She rolled her eyes, and went on, “When she comes back, we’ll have you inside with her, Tammy, and then after that, Layla outside at this little table. Tammy, we’ll film you coming out of the trailer and greeting
Roland Green, Harry Turtledove, Martin H. Greenberg
Gregory D. Sumner Kurt Vonnegut