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Eleventh Hour

Eleventh Hour

Titel: Eleventh Hour Kostenlos Bücher Online Lesen
Autoren: Catherine Coulter
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“Oh yes, what’s the name of Mr. Frank Pauley’s wife? You know, the one who plays the girlfriend on The Consultant ?”
    “Belinda Gates.”
    “We’d like to speak to her. And the star of the show, Joe Kleypas.”
    “Of course. Watch it with him, Inspector. Joe isn’t always mellow, particularly when he drinks. He’s got quite a temper, actually. If you accuse him of being a murderer, his smile might just drop off his face.” He looked Savich and Dane up and down, smiled to himself, and said, “Of course, it would be interesting to see what would happen if he went at it with you guys.”

    Jon Franken took Savich and Sherlock to the commissary for lunch. “Belinda’s working a soap this week,” he said as he chewed slowly on a single french fry. “A guest slot. There were some problems, so I know they were shooting today. Maybe she’ll be here. If she doesn’t show, I’ll take you to her trailer. It’s pretty rare that the bigger stars come in here. They hang out in their trailers most of the time. You probably noticed trailers scattered all over the lot.” He shook his head. “What a life, not much glamour sitting in a trailer.”
    Sherlock said, looking around the big rectangular room, “I guess I expected a big buffet, cafeteria-style. I do like all those 1930s murals on the walls.”
    “I like all the ape characters from the new Planet of the Apes you’ve got set around this big room,” Savich said. “They’re really lifelike.”
    “This is Hollywood,” Jon said. “We never stop advertising or patting ourselves on the back. Actually, though, this commissary doesn’t compare to the one over at Universal. You can catch some really big stars over there because the place is so opulent.”
    Belinda Gates walked in some ten minutes later. Sherlock said, “Goodness, she’s got rollers in her hair, Dillon, those big heat rollers. Do you remember the last time I used them to straighten my hair? You helped me roll them in?”
    He said as he wrapped a long red curl around his finger, “Let’s do it again. It was fun.”
    Sherlock paused a moment, remembering very clearly what they’d done just after pulling the rollers out. She said to Franken, “That’s really Belinda Gates? She’s very beautiful.”
    “Yes, that’s her,” Franken said, and smiled as he chewed another french fry. “She is beautiful, and most important, the camera loves her face.”
    Both Savich and Sherlock realized in that instant that Jon Franken had slept with her.
    Sherlock said, “Tell us a bit about her, Jon.”
    Franken ate another french fry, shrugged his elegant shoulders. “Belinda is basically a lightweight. She learns her lines, takes direction well, and has enough talent to keep the wolves at bay—of course, now that she’s nailed Frank Pauley she doesn’t have to worry. She works when she wants to, which probably means that her head’s less screwed up than it was. The thing is, she doesn’t have much fire in the belly; she just doesn’t have it in her to go for the jugular. If you’re looking at her as a suspect in this mess, all disguised and made up to look like a man, I’d say she wouldn’t be able to make it through the first audition. Now, if you’re interested in Frank Pauley as your murderer, maybe Belinda will give you something incriminating. Pauley just might have enough acid in his gut to do something like this. The thing is, I just don’t know why he’d sabotage his own show.”
    “And you could? Make it through the first audition?” Savich said. He ate a carrot out of his huge salad.
    “Oh yes, believe it. Listen, I’d still be sweeping the studio floors if I didn’t have it in me to take out a few jugulars, if I didn’t want to move up in this business more than I wanted to eat, which was in question in those early years.” And then he smiled again, wiped his hands on a napkin. “I’ll introduce you and let you at her. A few years ago, Belinda had some problems with the cops. She might not be all that easy for you.”
    Jon Franken rose. “Forget what I said about Pauley. Even if his worst enemy were backing this show, he still wouldn’t have the guts or the imagination to try to bring it down through this convoluted, god-awful violence. Ah, Belinda is taking her lunch out. This should be a good time. She doesn’t tape for another hour or so; I checked.”
    Sherlock and Savich met with Belinda Gates in a small green room connected to a talk show stage. She

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