Death of a Blue Movie Star

angles, the bent nails, the ragged sawing job. After a moment she asked, “You know what’s kind of odd?”
    “What?”
    “That, when I said that—about Danny killing Shelly—you didn’t seem really shocked.”
    Nicole considered that for a moment. “I don’t like Danny. He’s obnoxious and all he thinks about is women and coke and his cars. But, I’m like, all
I
think about is clothes and coke. So I can’t really, you know, cast stones.” Her eyes darted. She was debating.
    “Go on,” Rune said, keeping her voice low. “I have this feeling there’s something you want to tell me.”
    She looked at her watch, then leaned close. Rune smelled perfume and Ponds cold cream and Listerine. “Don’t tell anyone, but I want to show you something.”
    Nicole rose and shoved open the warped paneling that served as the door. They stepped into the gritty hallway and walked to a service elevator. “We’re going to the basement,” Nicole said, closing the accordion grate. She pressed the first-floor button.
    They got out in a filthy lobby and walked to a door that opened onto a flight of stairs descending into the dark.
    Rune said, “Looks like it goes down to a pit, like a dungeon.”
    Nicole gave a cold laugh. “That’s
exactly
what it is.”
    She stared into the dark for a few seconds, then started down the stairs. “I don’t think anyone’s down here. I hope not.”
    It was a long descent. They walked a full minute, with just a rickety wooden handrail for support. The only light came from two dim bulbs screwed into huge, wire-cage fixtures meant for lamps much larger. The steps were spongy from rot.
    From the foot of the stairs a corridor led to a dark, low tunnel made of rock and uneven smears of concrete. Pools of greasy water mottled the floor. Iron rods stuck out of the stone at various points. Someone years ago had poured red paint, like blood, around the rods—probably as warnings. Cobwebs and the feathery carcasses of insects filled the corners. Rune coughed several times; the air stank of fuel oil and mold.
    They continued down the tunnel.
    “This used to be a boiler room or storeroom,” Nicole said, stepping through a doorway and clicking on a light switch. Fluorescent tubes flickered overhead, then burst into light. The two women squinted in the brilliance. It was a square room, twenty by twenty. The walls were the same stained, sloppy concrete and stone as the tunnel. Rings hung from the ceiling on chains. Stained leather vaulting horses sat in the corner and there was a complicated wooden rack covering one wall.
    “A gym?” Rune asked. She walked over to a trapeze made of wood and chromed steel. “I keep thinking I should work out but I don’t really feel motivated. I think basically exercise should have a purpose—like running from somebody who wants to beat the hell out of you.”
    “This isn’t a workout room, Rune,” Nicole said softly.
    “No?”
    The actress walked to a tall, battered metal locker and opened it. Took a long, thin stick from it. It looked like the sort of pointer a teacher would use.
    “See, in the movies I make sometimes we do a little fake S and M. We take a cat-o’-nine-tails made out of yarn or a riding crop that’s wrapped in foam rubber. Some guys get off watching girls in leather bras and garters and black stockings making men lick their high heels. But that’s all silly stuff. Somebody really into S and M’d take a tape like that back and ask for a refund. Real S and M uses things like this.”
    Nicole whipped the thin stick down onto a vault. It whistled and bounced with a slap like a gunshot. Rune blinked.
    “Hickory,” Nicole said. “Doesn’t look bad, but it raises welts. It’ll break the skin. You could kill somebody with this if you hit them enough times. I’ve heard about it happening.”
    “And you’re telling me that Danny’s into that?”
    “I came down here one time and saw him making one of those flicks. He sells them privately. I don’t think the regular tapes Lame Duck makes do it for him anymore. He needs something like this to get it up.”
    “What was he doing?”
    “It was terrible. He was beating this girl and using needles—I mean, they’re sterile and everything but, still, Jesus. And what happened was she started begging him to stop. But he just went crazier when he heard that. He was, like, totally out of control. I think he wanted to kill her. She passed out and a couple assistants grabbed Danny and took