Part 15 (1/2)
”What are you doing in my house? No! Not just in my house, but searching through it like a burglar?” I dropped my purse on the floor.
He nervously wiped his hands on his gray faded T-s.h.i.+rt, which said: PEACE ME. ”You should let me buy you a security alarm that works. I mean, anybody could break in.”
”Ryan!”
”Looking for a disc.”
All my sadness, fear, rejection, and anger burst to the surface in one perfect rage. ”You want my CDs? Here!” I strode over to the shelves. With the Oscar still in one hand, I began picking up the square plastic cases with the other and hurling them at him.
”I can explain. Ouch! That hurt!” He weaved and ducked from the onslaught. Grabbing one of the sofa cus.h.i.+ons, he held it up in front of him. ”Stop it, Diana. Stop it!”
Running out of discs, I took my heels off and threw them at him one by one.
When the barrage finished, he peered over the edge of the cus.h.i.+on at me. ”Are you finished?”
”Yes,” I gasped.
He dropped the cus.h.i.+on he'd been using as a s.h.i.+eld onto the sofa. Instantly, I threw the Oscar. He screamed as it sailed past, barely missing his head, and bounced off the wall behind him, leaving a dent. It landed hard on the floor. ”You could've killed me and look what you did to Colin's Oscar.” He picked it up and blew the dry-wall dust off its little gold pate.
”I've had it, Ryan! I don't think I can take any more. Tell me what you're doing here, or I'm calling the police!”
”Oh, G.o.d, Diana, don't do that. You know me. I'm an honest man. I wouldn't have broken into your house unless ... unless ...” He fell onto the sofa, the Oscar still in his hands. ”I'm in trouble.”
”Go on.” I slammed the sliding gla.s.s door closed and locked it.
His mouth went slack. ”I'm a dead man if I don't find it. A dead man.”
”Find what?” I grabbed the Oscar from him and returned it to the mantel.
”Would you believe me if I said I don't want you involved in any of this? Can we just leave it at that?”
”You don't want me involved, yet you're in my house searching for something. That makes me think I'm already involved.”
He stared guiltily down at his k.n.o.bby knees. ”I didn't know Jenny was Parson's daughter when I... .” He drooped back against the sofa, letting his legs splay out.
”When you what?” I sat down next to him.
”I thought she was a hooker. I was drunk. It was dark. I was taken somewhere, and she was there. Waiting for me, like I was told she would be. Naked, beautiful.”
”You paid to have s.e.x with Jenny Parson?” My mind was reeling.
”I tried to pay up front. But she said afterwards was fine.” He sat up, suddenly righteous. ”That should've been a dead giveaway. You always pay up front.”
”What did you do?”
”What do you mean, what did I do? I thought she was a hooker! When it was over and I was fumbling for my pants and my wallet, she told me to put my money away. Then she got up and seemed to literally disappear into the darkness of this vast room. I heard a man's voice. I thought she was talking with the guy who had brought me there. Then she returned still naked with a nifty Canon camera and showed me the video of the two us in flagrante delicto. I can't believe how clear she and I looked in the dimly lit room. It's a great little camera with HD ...”
”Ryan!”
”Sorry. She told me who she was and that she would show the video to her father if I didn't pay her three hundred thousand dollars.”
”Jenny Parson was blackmailing you? And you owed her father money, too? I can't believe this.”
”You can't believe it.”
”Parson had me taken to his yacht in Santa Barbara this morning.”
He s.h.i.+fted uneasily. ”What did he want with you?”
”I discovered Jenny's body, remember?”
”He didn't say anything about her and me, did he?”
”No. He just said he wasn't worried about you paying him back. Why do you owe him money?”
”Diana, that's not the problem right now.”
”You said Jenny threatened you with showing her father the video. Do you think she knew about the money you were supposed to pay him?”
”I don't know. I don't know anything. Except if I don't find that CD and destroy it before it goes viral and Parson sees it, he'll have me killed.”
”Wait a minute. Why would you think I have it?”
”Last night you said you talked to her alone in her trailer. People trust you. They talk to you. I thought she might've given it to you for safekeeping without telling you what it was. I had no place else to look. I can't get into her condo or her car. The police put those off limits.”
”Why would you a.s.sume she made just one disc? And even if she did, the memory card could still be in her camera. You should be looking for both.” I got up and went into the kitchen and turned the light on and the TV off. Then I opened the freezer and took out a low-cal fettuccini Alfredo dinner and put it in the microwave.
Hands clasped on top of his head, Ryan stood in the doorway. ”How can you eat at a time like this?”
”I'm hungry.” I was also trying to think. To put pieces together. But there were so many that I didn't know where to begin.
”I need a drink.”
I gestured to the cupboard that held the hard stuff, then opened the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of white wine, and poured myself a large gla.s.s. Ryan filled a water gla.s.s with whiskey. The microwave beeped and I grabbed my food with a potholder and dumped it on a plate. It looked like puke. Then I sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat.
Drink in hand, Ryan sat opposite me. ”What is that?” Disgusted, he peered at my plate.
”Swill.”
”Diana, you need to get a life.” He took a long gulp.
”I need to get a life? Life is cras.h.i.+ng down on me. The latest is I'm off the movie.” I shoved a forkful of fettuccini into my mouth and chewed, glaring at him.
”That's f.u.c.ked. Was it Jake Jackson?”
I swallowed and ignored the question. ”You have a perfect motive for killing Jenny.”
He straightened as if jolted by a shot of electricity. ”What?”
”You didn't think of that?”