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.44 Magnum with blanks and shoot one of his partners, who was posing as a jewelry smuggler in a Miami hotel room. So between takes Hexum was fooling around with the gun on the set when it accidentally went off. The noise startled everyone and, being a practical joker, Hexum sat on the bed in the makeshift hotel room, spun the barrel of the gun and put it to his head and said, ‘Let’s see if I’ve got one for me.’ Hexum pulled the trigger and fell back on the bed, blood gushing from his temple where a quarter-inch piece of cardboard lodged itself in his brain. Someone got a towel and a guest star put his fingers in Hexum’s mouth to keep him from choking on his tongue. There wasn’t time for an ambulance so Hexum was thrown in the back of a station wagon and rushed to Beverly Hills Medical Center, where six days later he was pronounced brain dead. He donated his heart, kidneys and corneas, Stella said. Apparently the heart had been donated to the owner of a Vegas escort service. There was supposed to be something funny about that but we didn’t see it. If you didn’t stop her, Stella would go on and on like that.
    It was good to talk to you, Stella, we said.
    She said, Come visit soon.
    We were so tired we couldn’t sleep.
    We had finally dozed off when there was a knock on Daisy’s front door. Me and Daisy jumped up, frightened, and crept towards the door. The sun was coming up like headlights way off in the distance and we could barely seethe man on the porch, a tall, thin man with his red hair in a ponytail. His skin was so white it glowed and his nostrils flared.
    The man raised his fist and knocked again. Daisy looked at me and I shrugged. She reached for the portable phone and with it securely in her hand she swung open the door, startling the man, who introduced himself as Fred Meyers, a reporter for the
Arizona Republic
. A second man stepped out of the shadows and introduced himself as Buttrey. I’m the photographer, he said.
    Daisy checked to see if her mom was home, but she wasn’t. Then we all sat at the kitchen table and told Fred Meyers our story. He didn’t get too interested until we got to the part about Rick and Elliot and Hunter. Fred asked us if we ever saw any guns in the house. We said no. He asked us if we ever saw any drugs, or if anyone delivered a package while we were there. We said no. He wanted to know if we overheard Elliot or Hunter on the phone. Again we said no.
    Buttrey said, I have to get to another shoot, so do you mind if I take your pictures now?
    Me and Daisy said we didn’t mind but we did want to fix ourselves up a little. Buttrey said, Okay, but hurry. We changed clothes and made ourselves presentable and Buttrey took a picture of us sitting next to each other on the couch.
    Fred gave Buttrey some instructions about what to do with the film and Buttrey took off. Fred said, I want to ask you girls some more questions. He ran through a list of names but there was no one we had heard of.
    We volunteered that we didn’t know where Rick was either, that we tried to call him but his phone was disconnected. Daisy said, We can give you his phone number so you can track him down and he’ll tell you exactly what we told you.
    Fred scrunched up his face and then looked down at the table. When he looked at us again he said, They found Rick this morning in a hotel room in Chicago, shot in the back of the head.
    It was like being run over by a semi. Me and Daisy didn’t look at each other and I felt tears coming out of the corner of my eyes. Daisy put her head in her hands and started sobbing. It felt like we were in a really horrible movie. Fred said he was sorry and set down his notepad. We sat like that for some time and then we told Fred we didn’t want to talk anymore. I understand, he said, but we have to call the police now.
    Why, Daisy asked, standing abruptly.
    You girls are wanted by the police for questioning and I