A Knife to Remember

could be counted on to take umbrage at such an assessment of her leanings.
    “How did this all happen?“ Shelley asked.
    George leaned back and laced his fingers together over his stomach. “Ronnie and I read the book years ago. While we were still married. I was starting to do pretty well by then and we bought the film option from the author. Then Lynette came along and our marriage went to pot. But we kept joint ownership of the film rights and kept renewing the option because we knew it would pay off someday. Then about two years ago Olive Longabach happened on the book and saw it as a good film opportunity for Lynette. She contacted the publisher and learned who owned the rights. Lynette contacted Ronnie, who suggested that instead of getting into a bidding war for the option renewal, the three of us get together and produce it instead.“
    “So, let me see if I follow this. You and your ex-wife agreed to bring in your other ex-wife, who took you away from the first wife, and hire the man who broke up your second marriage to direct it?“ Shelley asked, shell-shocked.
    George shrugged and grinned. “What can I say? Hollywood. Wonderful, weird place. It was the right property for everybody. I got a good role, Lynette got a great one. If it does as well as we think it will, the cable rights alone will keep us all in luxury for a good long time. Even the original author’s heirs are thrilled. They’ve gotten a terrific paperback reprint offer and the old book will have a whole new life.”
    Shelley was still shaking her head in wonder.
    A production assistant stuck her head in the door. “Mr. Abington, we need you for a minute to get a light reading.“
    “Be right back. See if you can’t get that damned script put back together for me, would you?“ he said as he left.
    Jane and Shelley sat and stared at each other for a minute. “Jane, I’m amazed. That was really clever of you.“
    “Not as much as it sounds like. It was what was bothering me last night. I was almost asleep when I remembered another one of Katie’s doll stories. She said her doll had been a secretary who had been so much more beautiful than the others that they hated her, but she got them back by marrying the head of the corporation and firing them all. It just seemed like a possibility somehow—that the producers were staying undercover because they were too well acquainted with somebody here, but I didn’t really know how until I heard that guy on the phone this morning.“
    “See? You do have a resident subconscious. It didn’t really move to Bermuda.“ Shelley picked up the script and knocked it briskly on a table to get the pages realigned.
    “Just in for a fleeting visit, I’m afraid. But I kept thinking the producers were secretly trying to get back at somebody and that didn’t make sense. Why risk a huge amount of money to get even with someone. Instead, they were promoting somebody. Two of themselves.“
    “Well, now we know what Jake was blackmailing Lynette about,“ Shelley said. She’d found the missing brad and threaded it through the holes in the script.
    “Probably so. But how did he know?”
    Shelley shook her head. “I don’t suppose we’ll ever find out. He’d been around the business a long time, though, and knew everybody. Maybe he heard the front guy calling George’s wife and put it together, too.“
    “But that would only lead him to George. Not Lynette.“
    “It led you to Lynette.“
    “You’re right. But Shelley, I still don’t see how it helps us. I hate to admit that after my ‘brilliant’ deduction. What if Jake was blackmailing her about being a producer? He must have known the same about George, and he tried something entirely different on him and it was easier to figure out George’s connection than Lynette’s. Anyway, even if it helped explain why Jake was killed, it doesn’t help with Lynette’s death. I can’t quite see her killing Jake, then doing away with herself out of remorse. She probably had no concept of remorse.“
    “Unless—“
    “Unless?“ Jane asked.
    Shelley lowered her voice. “Unless it was George trying to keep it all a secret. And now the two of us know.“
    “Oh—!”
    Shelley set the script down as if it were a bomb and they both rose and quickly headed for the door. But George was standing just outside.
    “Where are you going, ladies?”
    Did he sound menacing or was it Jane’s imagination going into overdrive?
    “No, no. We don’t want