Sarah said.
“I’ll do it,” Marisol said.
“I knew you would.”
“It’s a good script.”
“Eric’s still working on it. He’s doing a dialogue pass especially for you.”
“I was going to ask about that.”
“He’s already ahead of you. Oh, and they’re shooting digital.”
“Digital?”
“Not on film.”
“I hate digital. It makes everything look like the evening news.”
“It’s the new standard, however.”
“Yes, but how will it make me look?”
“Mahvelous, dahling. You’ll look mahvelous.”
“I’m not kidding, Sarah. I hear nightmare tales about digital. Mary Beth George walked off a Disney project because she thought she looked old and wrinkled.”
“Leo Stribling is shooting it.”
“Leo? I love Leo.”
“Leo loves you. He’ll make you look sensational.”
“I hope so, Sarah. Don’t forget I’ve got these fucking bruises on my face.”
Sarah didn’t say anything.
“I blame myself. I should have thrown him out sooner.”
“Try not to torture yourself. It’s not your fault.”
Marisol didn’t say anything.
“I’m thrilled that you like the script,” Sarah said.
“What about the revisions?”
“What about them?”
“I have lots of ideas.”
“I’m sure you do, honey. But for now, I’d leave Eric alone if I were you.”
“But I hope he’s open to my thoughts.”
“I think you should keep your thoughts to yourself. We’ve been down that road before.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Marisol, listen to me. I’m your agent and your friend. The last time you worked for Eric, there was friction. This time, leave it alone. Don’t piss anyone off.”
Marisol didn’t say anything.
“I mean it.”
“Okay, okay.”
“Get some sun. Get some rest. I’ll holler when they’re ready for fittings.”
“Maybe they’ll want to see some of my own clothes.”
“Let them decide that. Be a good soldier, Marisol. This is an important job for you. You need it. Keep that in mind.”
“So what you’re saying is, ‘Shut the fuck up.’”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
7
J esse was sitting in his office, drinking coffee.
Molly walked in and planted herself in the visitor’s chair opposite his desk.
“So how obnoxious was Carter Hansen about this movie business,” she said.
“He was on his best behavior.”
“He get all gooey about Marisol Hinton?”
“Like she was Angelina Jolie.”
“This movie business will drive us all crazy, you know.”
“I know.”
“I’m hoping it doesn’t make me nuts.”
“I’ll keep on the lookout for any telltale signs.”
He grinned at her.
“Well, wasn’t this conversation a big waste of my time,” Molly said as she stood. “You had a call from Belva Radford, by the way.”
“What could she possibly want?”
“She wouldn’t tell me.”
“She’ll keep me on the phone for an hour.”
“You got something better to do?”
Molly stood, stretched, and left the office.
Jesse called after her, “What’s her number?”
“You could look it up,” she said.
—
J esse dialed the number. An ancient spinster and a local busybody, Belva Radford believed it her birthright to bring her every complaint directly to the chief of police. She had done it to Tom Carson, Jesse’s predecessor, and now it was Jesse’s turn.
“How can I help you today, Belva,” Jesse said, holding the phone slightly away from his ear.
“Has there been some sort of increase in the Paradise utility rates,” she said.
“Not that I’m aware of.”
“Well, my water bill’s higher.”
“Are you using more water?”
“No.”
“How do you know it’s higher?”
“Every month I write down what I pay Paradise Water and Power, and every month I compare it to what I paid them a year ago.”
“That’s very efficient, Belva.”
“Don’t condescend to me, young man. Just ’cause I’m old doesn’t mean I need to have my cheeks tweaked by the chief of police.”
Jesse didn’t