Private Scandals

She made it her business to know what skeleton was in what closet. And if she wasconfident she had her hooks in you deeply enough, she might tell you what closet. It was a way of flexing her power. She was confident she had her hooks in me.”
    “And now she’s dead.”
    Kate acknowledged Finn’s comment with a nod. “Funny, now that she’s no longer a threat to me, I feel compelled to do what she always threatened to do. I’m going public. Actually, I’d decided to do so on the very night she was murdered. The police might find that convenient, don’t you think? Like a bad script. I saw her that night.” She read the horror in Deanna’s eyes. “Not at the studio. At her hotel. We argued. Since there was a maid in the next room, I imagine the police already know about it.”
    She lifted a brow at Finn. “Yes, I can see at least you knew about it. Well then. I’m going to go in and make a statement before they come to me. I believe I even threatened to kill her.” Kate closed her eyes. “There’s that bad script again. I didn’t kill her, but you’ll have to decide whether to believe me when I’m finished.”
    “Why are you telling us?” Deanna demanded. “Why don’t you go directly to the police?”
    “I’m an actress. I like the chance to choose my audience. You were always a good one, Dee.” She reached out then in a quick, fleeting gesture of friendship. “And, in any case, I think you’re entitled to know the whole story. Didn’t you ever wonder why I backed out of coming on your show? Why I’ve never been available to appear on it?”
    “Yes. But I think you’ve answered that. Angela was blackmailing you. And the favor was for you to boycott my program.”
    “That was one of them. I was in a precarious and fascinating position a couple of years ago, when you approached me. I had two whopping box-office successes. And the critics loved me. The wholesomely sexy girl-next-door. Don’t believe that hype about stars not reading their reviews. I pored over mine. Every word,” she said with a long, dreamy smile. “I could probably still quote a few of the best ones. All I ever wanted was to be an actor. A star,” she correctedwith an easy shrug. “And that’s what they called me. The first movie star of the new generation. A throwback to Bacall and Bergman and Davis. And it didn’t take me years. One supporting role in a film that took off like a rocket, and an Academy nomination. Then I costarred with Rob and we burned up the screen, we broke hearts. The next movie, my name was over the title. My image was locked in. A woman who charms with a smile.” She laughed at that, drank again. “The good girl, the heroine, the woman you’d like your son to bring home for dinner. That’s the image. That’s what Hollywood wants from me, that’s what the public expects. And that’s what I’ve delivered. They’ve given me plenty of credit for talent, but the image is every bit as important.”
    Her eyes slitted. “Do you think the top producers and directors, the players, the men who decide what project flies and what project gets buried would flood my agent with offers if they knew their perfect heroine, the woman who won an Oscar for playing the desperately devoted mother, had gotten pregnant at seventeen, and had given up the child without a second thought?”
    She laughed when Deanna’s mouth opened. But it wasn’t a merry sound. “Doesn’t fit, does it? Even in these enlightened times, how many of those ticket buyers would shell out seven bucks to watch me play the long-suffering or feisty heroine?”
    “I don’t . . .” Deanna stopped, waiting for her thoughts to settle. “I don’t see why it should matter. You made a choice, one I’m sure was anything but easy for you. And you were a child yourself.”
    Amused, Kate glanced at Finn. “Is she really that naive?”
    “About some things.” He was, despite his pride in being a sharp judge of character, doing some rapid mental shuffling. “I can see why an announcement like that would have shaken things up. You’d have taken some knocks in the press. But you’d have pulled out of it.”
    “Maybe. I was afraid. Angela knew that. And I was ashamed. She knew that, too. She was very sympathetic at first. ‘How hard it must have been on you, dear. Ayoung girl, with her whole life in flux because of one tiny mistake. How difficult it must have been for you to do what you thought was best for the