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booth and stood over them, hands on her hips. ‘Now look what you’ve done, you piece of white trash. A whole tray. You’re gonna have to pay for them drinks.’
    Chuck fell silent for a moment, mouth open, then he started laughing through his tears. Arvo almost felt like laughing with him.
    Sandi just stood there, eyes flashing, and Chuck looked at Arvo. ‘Isn’t she unbelievable? Isn’t she magnificent?’ Then he turned back to Sandi, adoration clear in his eyes. ‘How about bringing me a drink, honey? Make it a Martini. Very dry. With a twist.’ He glanced at Arvo again. ‘And maybe one for my friend, here, too.’
    Arvo shook his head. One of those days. Then he heard the welcome sound of a police siren.

5
    Sarah stood on Jack’s deck and looked at the lights of the other houses across Laurel Canyon. Some of them had Christmas displays, chains of green, red, yellow and blue winking on and off in the night. Someone had even put up a tall Christmas tree outlined in lights about halfway up the hillside. It was a clear evening, and cold enough that Sarah needed to wear a sweater over her blouse. The stars shone thick and bright above, and car lights meandered along the canyon road way below. She could smell woodsmoke in the air.
    Standing so high up the canyon side, Sarah felt suspended in space. Behind her, the party was in full swing. People were laughing, dancing, drinking. Janis was belting out ‘Get It While You Can’ into the night air. But Sarah was taking a moment’s breather from the crowd.
    Her peace was soon broken. Guests came out onto the deck and stopped to tell her how much they loved the show, how ‘great’ she was, or how ‘great’ she looked, the way people did in Hollywood, as if it were the only thing in the universe that mattered.
    In return, Sarah smiled and made small talk as best she could, sipping on the same glass of rum and Coke that Jack had poured her when she arrived. The ice had melted by now, and the Coke had lost most of its fizz. Between conversations, she would glance around nervously now and then to make sure Stuart, her escape route, was still nearby.
    The sweet, acrid smell of marijuana drifted through the air. Two young actors who played uniformed cops on the show stood near the door snorting coke through a rolled-up dollar bill. Or it could have been a twenty. Apart from the numbers, American money all looked the same to Sarah. She turned away from the actors; the scene brought back too many memories, all of them bad.
    Music blasted out of Jack’s megawatt stereo system in the main room. Janis gave way to the Rolling Stones doing ‘Angie.’ Sarah studied the lights of the houses across the canyon again and wondered if M were watching. Was she on stage tonight?
    Inside the house, people danced wildly, tossing frantic shadows over the stark white walls. Sometimes the shadows and the dancers didn’t seem to connect, as if so much wildness disconnected them the way a retina might be detached from the back of the eye. Sarah looked for Jack, hoping he would manage to get away from the throng for a minute.
    Jack Marillo was her co-star in Good Cop, Bad Cop , the biggest early-season hit the network had had for years, such a success that it was even being shown in the UK already.
    People said the main reason for the show’s success was the chemistry between Sarah’s controlled, repressed and icy blonde homicide detective, Anita O’Rourke, and her spontaneous, rule-bending, bed-hopping partner Tony Lucillo, played by Jack. Why was it, Sarah wondered, that female TV cops always had names that started with an ‘O’ and male cops had names that ended with one?
    Sarah’s character was tough and competent, with a hint of vulnerability, an occasional hairline crack in the professional carapace. She was the one who always kept her cool when Lucillo shouted, gesticulated and went into his tantrums, but she also shed a tear or two in private after discovering the raped and