Unwitting Alliances - Hunter Blake Series

Chapter Two

  Inside the Cultural Arts, Media, Entertainment, and Opera Center, commonly referred to as the CAMEO Center, the atmosphere was still charged with excitement as both fans and stars began exiting the building. Limousines were lined up near the red carpet with crowds watching in great anticipation from cordoned off bleachers and street corners. Flashes from cameras and phones produced a strobe effect in every direction creating an almost surreal scene.

  It had been an evening of high expectations, thrilling announcements, and a few obvious disappointments. All aspects of the movie industry had gathered together to acknowledge the previous year’s most highly acclaimed films and related projects. And while a few of the award recipients were nearly foregone conclusions, others had been stunning surprises.

  Perhaps the most anticipated win of the evening proved prophetic as Hunter Blake received the Best Actor award for his starring role in the latest of a long string of similar wins over the years. Presented by Tiffany Miles, well-known for her frequent leading roles opposite successful actors, including Hunter, she was every bit the glamorous movie star dressed in a sleek silver gown studded with glittering rhinestones topped off with a well-practiced toothy smile.

  The assembled crowd had offered respectful cheering and applause, rising to their feet as they watched Hunter mount the opulent stage, while cameras provided bigger-than-life images displayed on enormous LED screens. Roving shots of key figures in the entertainment industry, from well-known actors and directors to powerful producers, suggested a near-religious experience for many.

  Hunter’s acceptance speech acknowledged the efforts of everyone involved in the picture, including two of his closest associates, Gerald Allensby, who produced it and Daniel Davenport, the Executive Producer.

  Now that the event was over, Hunter stood in a line waiting for an official statuette with his name engraved on it. Tiffany joined him, linking her arm in his.

  “You look wonderful,” she oozed. “We should celebrate. Just you and I.”

  Hunter smiled. “Well I promised a few people I’d show up at their parties,” he said. “Don’t want to be disrespectful. It’ll be pretty late afterward.”

  “I don’t mind,” she said with a silky voice and a wink.

  Hunter smiled again. “Maybe another time when we’re not so busy and I’m not so tired.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that promise,” she said.

  “It wasn’t exactly a promise,” he replied as the line moved forward.

  “Oh, yes it was. And I’m holding you to it.” She pressed into him. Hunter gently unwrapped her from his body. “We are in a public place, you know.”

  “So.”

  Daniel Davenport walked over to join them. “Hunter,” he said and held out his hand. “Spectacular win once again.”

  Hunter shook his hand. “Spectacular? I’m just a damn lucky guy, if you ask me.” “Besides, I couldn’t have done it without you and Gerry.”

  “We do make a good team, don’t we?” Daniel said.

  “Yes we do. Every time. Too bad the film itself didn’t make the cut,” Hunter added. “I don’t get that, especially with the box office numbers it pulled. Anyway, it had my vote, of course.”

  “It takes more than one or two votes,” Daniel said soberly, then lightened up. “What the hell, with or without awards, we still did exceptionally well.”

  “No argument there,” Hunter agreed.

  “So Hunter,” Tiffany interrupted, “Are you going to Gerry’s place later?”

  “I was planning on it. How about you two?”

  “Of course. We wouldn’t miss any of his parties,” she said playfully. “They’re always so much fun.”

  Hunter nodded. “Maybe I’ll see you both later then.” He took a couple of steps toward the table. “I guess I should get my award.”

  She kissed the end of one finger and ran it along his jaw line then pressed it against his chin with a smile. “I’ll see you later then... at Gerry’s.”

  She and Daniel headed back inside the main hall to visit with a few others who were still lingering. “So what do you think?” Daniel asked.

  “I’ll have him eating out of my hand. Don’t worry,” she reassured him coolly.

  He grinned. “If there is anyone who can persuade Hunter to do anything, it’s you.” He grabbed a couple of drinks from a passing waiter and handed one to her. They tapped glasses watching Hunter through the large open door. “You know these awards are as much a popularity contest as anything else,” he said.

  “I know, and I’m sorry the film didn’t win, but his popularity hasn’t hurt your career all that much, Daniel dear. You still get paid with or without a silly statue.”

  “True enough,” he said and took another swig of his drink. “I’ll see you later, my love. I need to make a few phone calls. Please offer my apologies to Hunter for not showing up at Gerry’s, and don’t get too carried away with him.” He looked at her seriously. “Just do your job.”

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “You can count on me.”

  “That’s my girl.” Daniel put down his empty glass and kissed her forehead.

  “Will I see you later?” she asked looking up into his eyes.

  “Not tonight,” he said then headed to his waiting limousine.

  Hunter glanced around just in time to see Daniel leave. Moments later, statuette in hand, he headed for his own limousine where his driver waited patiently.

  Charlie, a well-built African American man in his middle forties, had been Hunter’s driver for the past year and a half. He had an easy manner and great sense of humor, but more importantly he took his work seriously and had forged a close and trusting relationship with Hunter. In fact Charlie was the only driver Hunter would use when an occasion called for a limousine.

  “Congratulations!” Charlie said with a big grin as he held the door open.

  “Thanks, Charlie, but now that the event is over, can I ride up front with you like I usually do?”

  “You bet.” Charlie waited for Hunter to get seated before closing the door. Climbing in behind the wheel he asked, “Where to first?”

  “I have a list,” Hunter said with a tired sigh. “I really don’t want to go to any of these, to be honest.”

  “Pick two or three. I’ll drop you off, you can say your hellos, and hurry back out. I’ll keep the motor running.”

  Hunter laughed. “Sounds good to me.” He pointed to three locations. “Make Gerry’s the last stop. After that, we’ll head to the airport. Did you pick up my luggage?”

  “Yes. Your housekeeper had it all ready and waiting.”

  “Millie is a sweetheart and efficient... and organized. I don’t know what I’d do without her. Her husband, Harold, used to be my driver. I think I told you that already, didn’t I? Well, anyway, they both lived at the house. He died one night coming to pick me up at the airport. Massive heart attack. Drove off the road. It was hard on Millie... and me. They were like family. She still is.” Hunter glanced at Charlie. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be so gloomy.”

  “It’s okay, Mr. Blake. I understand. And although I knew you’d had another driver you never shared that story with me before.”

  Hunter kept watching straight ahead. “I guess it’s taken this long to come to some kind a peace about his death. I blamed myself. It was really late. He should have been home with Millie. He might still be alive today.”

  “You don’t know that.” Charlie tried to console him. “When someone’s time is up, there’s nothing any of us can do about it.”

  “I suppose,” Hunter said. “You know, you can call me Hunter.”

  “I know. You keep reminding, but like I always say, I prefer Mr. Blake while I’m working. It’s more professional.”

  Hunter gave in. “Okay... but it makes me feel...”

  “I’m fine with it, sir.”

  “Sir. Now that’s even worse.?
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  Charlie laughed aloud. “Yes, sir... Mr. Blake... sir.”

  “Okay. Cut it out.” Both men chuckled as they headed to the first party. Charlie pulled up to a large iron gate and waited for an attendant to open it. Slowly driving ahead, he finally stopped at the front entrance.

  “Stay put,” Hunter said, as he started to step out. He sat stared at the massive double oak doors.

  Charlie patted Hunter on the shoulder. “Just text me when you’re ready to leave. I’ll be waiting.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Hunter forced a smile. “See you in a little while.”

  Once inside the large and ornate front doors, he was immediately greeted by an eager crowd and soon absorbed in the festivities. An hour later, he emerged and headed toward a smiling Charlie. “That wasn’t so bad, I guess,” Hunter remarked.

  Soon they were at the next party already in full swing. Once again, an excited and cheering crowd encompassed Hunter and led him inside to more cheers and applause. Charlie looked on in amusement. “That poor man,” he said and climbed in the limousine to wait.

  Two hours later, they finally reached Gerry’s place. It was well into the early hours of the next morning and Hunter was thoroughly marinated. Charlie opened the door and waited. Hunter stepped out rubbing his forehead. He gave his head a little shake and started to step away, leaning to one side.

  Charlie grabbed Hunter’s arm. “Take it easy there, Mr. Blake. You gonna be okay?”

  Hunter took in a deep breath and let it out. “I’ll be fine. I just need a little fresh air.” Taking another deep breath, he shook his head again and asked, “Am I drunk?”

  “Thoroughly,” Charlie responded. “So I’d go easy on the drinking and eat more solid food, if I were you, sir.”

  “I think you’re right. More food. Less booze.”

  “Or no booze,” Charlie suggested.

  “Okay. I think I can do this but don’t go far.”

  “I’ll be right here, sir.” Charlie watched Hunter slowly weave and wobble his way to the front entrance. Charlie checked his watch and decided to simply lean against the car and wait for a while, just in case.

  Once inside, Hunter made his way to the catered spread of foods and imported wines. Helping himself to something more substantial than alcohol, he stood eating and watching the crowd. This crowd was more private and included only a select group of individuals who had contributed substantially to the production of the film. By now, though, almost everyone was either inebriated with alcohol or high on some form of recreational drug or both. As such, his arrival was virtually unnoticed.

  Eventually Gerry found his star munching on a roast beef sandwich and salty chips. Leading him to a private alcove he invited Hunter to settle into a comfortable leather chair. Gerry set a glass of imported wine on the table next to him then sat down. An inviting fire crackled in a small fireplace between them.

  “A satisfying evening, don’t you think?” Hunter looked at his friend and business partner of many years.

  “That it has been, indeed.” The two men raised glasses in salute to one another for a job well done. Hunter waited for Gerry to take a sip, then set his own beverage down, untouched. “Couldn’t have done it without you,” Gerald said then coughed with an associated sniff. He fished around in a pocket and pulled out a cough lozenge tossing the shiny wrapper onto a table next to him.

  “Same here,” Hunter said then looked at his friend with some concern. “You feeling okay Gerry? Catching a cold?”

  “Naw. Just tired, I think. Maybe it’s the rainy weather. Either way, I’m glad to be through with all of this for a while.” He looked at his leading man. “Hunter Blake,” he said with a degree of admiration. “So what’s next on your agenda?”

  “Nothing much. I plan to head up to my ranch bright and early so I can take a break and relax.”

  “So, what do you call that place of yours?”

  Hunter seemed surprised. “What do you mean, what do I call it? It’s my home. You know... a place to hang out, and dink around in my workshop.”

  “Dink around?” Gerald was amused.

  “Sure, Gerry,” Hunter responded with equal amusement. “Don’t you ever ‘dink’ around with anything… or anyone?”

  “Absolutely, just not in a barn.” Both men laughed.

  “You should try it sometime, my friend.” Hunter winked at him. “Actually, I’m tired. I need a break. I hate to admit I’m getting old… but…” he let out a sigh.

  “You haven’t touched your drink, Hunter.”

  “I think I’d rather have coffee. My head’s swimming enough as it is.”

  “I can arrange that. I’ll have someone bring you some,” Gerry started to get up.

  Hunter waved him back down. “Don’t bother. I’m not staying long. I need to get some rest tonight. Coffee will just keep me up.” He stared at the crackling fire. “So, what are you planning to do?”

  “Hawaii. I promised Carolyn.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “You should come too. It would be good for you, especially after all the media fallout from your divorce. You can relax on a warm beach as easily as in some mountain cabin.”

  “No thanks. The best place for me right now is my ranch.”

  “All alone.”

  “All alone,” Hunter nodded. “I’m looking forward to it, actually. Besides, I’m thinking about getting a dog.” He shifted in the chair and crossed his legs.

  “Now what on earth do you want a dog for? They eat like there’s no tomorrow, pee on everything in sight, chew up stuff, and generally run all over the place tracking in mud and gunk.”

  “Gunk? And you don’t like the word dink?” Hunter couldn’t resist the tease.

  “You know what I mean,” Gerry insisted. “Dogs can be a nuisance.”

  “Yes, but some say they are man’s best friend!” Hunter defended himself, still grinning. “Besides, I could use a best friend right now. One who will do what I ask, come when called, eat what I offer, sleep on the floor and look like he’s happy as hell when he sees me coming.” Hunter returned his gaze to the fire.

  “So, what kind of dog?” Gerry asked, gently swirling the beverage in his wine glass.

  “A mutt.”

  “A mutt.” Gerry echoed.

  “That’s right. Nothing fancy, just a dog. Something from the pound, maybe. Yeah, I’ll rescue some god-forsaken pooch from the pound and give him a good home.” He grinned. “I’ll have him eating out of my hand. He’ll do anything for me because he will be so grateful that I saved him from being executed just because no one wanted him anymore.”

  “You are becoming a sap, you know that?”

  “Okay, so I’m a sap. But I’m a successful sap. A wealthy sap. I’ve got everything I need, for the most part.”

  “Everything except a good woman.”

  “I don’t need a woman, and besides, the good ones have all been accounted for, like Carolyn. She gave up a promising acting career to marry you. What does she see in you, anyway?” Hunter laughed.

  “A nice big house, a prestigious name, and money. Lots and lots of money and with an insatiable desire to spend it all!”

  “That’s cynical. She loves you.”

  “I guess so,” Gerry said swirling his wine. “I think Tiffany would like another go around with you.”

  Hunter looked around. “I thought she’d be here by now. Haven’t seen her yet.”

  “She’s around. Got here about an hour ago. Don’t worry, she’ll find you,” Gerry said with a casual gesture. “So when are you leaving?” he asked. “For Idaho, that is.”

  “Like I said, Gerry, later this morning... bright and early. Maybe you need some coffee.”

  “Naw, I’m okay.” Gerry raised his glass. “Well, enjoy your time off.” He took a swig followed by a cough. Clearing his throat he asked, “Any new projects on the horizon?” br />
  “Don’t know yet. I’ve gotten a few scripts, one in particular Daniel would like to produce.”

  Gerry smiled. “I’m sure he’d love to make another box office gem like this last one. He knows you’re a hot ticket right now, him and a number of other prominent producers and directors.”

  “Yes, well, I’ll take them along. I don’t know, something might look good. Other than that, I’m not in any hurry to dive back into another big project right now. I just want to take it easy for a while.”

  Gerry laughed. “Knowing you like I do, it will be a very short while. You can’t stay idle for long.”

  Hunter laughed. “You’re probably right.” He stood up. “Well, my friend, I need to get going. Got to get some rest before I leave.”

  “Nonsense,” Gerry protested. “You haven’t even finished your drink.”

  “I already told you I need to back off. I’ve had enough this evening.”

  “I know, but one little sip won’t hurt,” Gerry urged him.

  “No thanks. Need to stay clear-headed.”

  “Flying?” Gerry asked.

  “Of course. You know me. It’s the only way to travel.” Hunter started to walk away.

  “Hunter!” a woman said, happily strolling up to him. “When did you get here? We’ve all been waiting for you.”

  “He’s getting ready to leave, sweetheart,” Gerry said to his wife.

  “You can’t leave yet,” Carolyn said, pretending to pout. “You just got here.”

  Hunter shook his head. “I’m pretty tired. I need to get some sleep tonight.”

  “Stay here,” she said. “Gerry and I would love to have you stay, wouldn’t we dear?”

  “Of course,” Gerry agreed and coughed again, “but he’s determined to fly away.” He gestured aimlessly.

  “Gerry, dear, perhaps you should go lie down.”

  “I’m fine. I just need another drink.” He got up and headed for a nearby waiter with a tray of beverages.

  “Hunter, you can’t leave,” Carolyn protested. “I won’t let you. Besides, we’re planning a luau next weekend as a sendoff for our Hawaiian vacation. In fact, you should come too. It will do you good. You can go to your dusty old ranch anytime.”

  “I’m sure it will be wonderful, but not this time. I’m anxious to get home. Got a few things to take care of there. Maybe next time.”

  “He has to get a dog,” Gerry slurred as he rejoined them with another drink in hand. He coughed again just as his phone rang. “Excuse me,” he said and walked away.

  “A dog?” Carolyn asked curiously, but watched her husband.

  “That’s right. Someone I can trust who won’t walk away with half my fortune a year or two from now. Gerry can explain. Hey, I really have to go. Take care of him, will you? That’s a nasty cough he’s nursing. Don’t want him catching pneumonia or anything.” Hunter glanced at Gerry and couldn’t help but notice he was either annoyed or somewhat uncomfortable with the phone conversation he was having.

  “Who was that, dear?” Carolyn asked when her husband rejoined them.

  “Nothing important.” Gerry shrugged it off. “Just a business call.”

  “Everything okay?” Hunter asked. “You seemed upset. Besides, it’s kind of late for a business call, don’t you think?”

  “In this town?” Gerry smiled. “Considering I’m looking at the hottest male movie star in Hollywood right now, and the few other awards the film took... last night...” He frowned and took an unsteady sidestep. Is it tomorrow already?” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I expect we’ll have all kinds of people lining up begging to work with us.” He gestured emphatically spilling part of his drink. Carolyn took his arm and urged him to sit down in a nearby chair.

  Hunter grinned. “Yeah, I suppose,” he said knowing full well the active and often behind closed door negotiations that took place in the business.

  One last handshake and he headed through the massive marbled entry. Someone grabbed his arm from behind.

  “There you are.” Tiffany smiled up at him. “Where are you off to, you silly boy? The night is still young and you promised to spend some time with me this evening. Right here... at Gerry’s, remember?”

  “So, where’ve you been?” he asked. “I’ve been here for a while already. But now I’ve got to go.”

  “You can’t. I won’t let you. We had a date. I was just a little preoccupied and lost track of time, that’s all.” She tilted her head upward. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

  Hunter grinned and obliged with a simple kiss. “How’s that?”

  “Not the best, but okay for starters, I suppose. Stay with me,” she whispered seductively.

  “I can’t. I need to get some rest.”

  “You can rest here... with me. I have our room all ready. Besides it will be so much nicer than that little cabin of yours up in the woods.”

  He chuckled. “It’s a ranch, sweetheart, with a nice big house tucked into a beautiful forest in northern Idaho and I’m ready for a change of pace. Besides, I don’t think I’d be getting much rest if I stay here.”

  “Then take me with you. I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you in the woods.” She gave him another seductive look, pressing into him.

  Hunter just looked at her. “I don’t get it. The last time we were together, which wasn’t all that long ago, you were throwing things and screaming obscenities at me. Now all of a sudden you want to get cozy. What’s up? Why this sudden change of heart?”

  She gave him an innocent look. “Last time I couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t divorce your wife and choose me instead. I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Hunter. I really regret what happened. So... let me make it up to you.” She fingered the buttons on his white shirt. “You won’t be sorry.”

  “Why do I get the feeling there’s something else going on, huh?” He grinned. “You angling to be my next leading lady?”

  “That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

  Hunter laughed. “I don’t even have another picture lined up yet.”

  “I just miss you, that’s all. I realize now what a terrible mistake I made and how unfair I was to you. I want to start over. Can’t we start over, Hunter?”

  “Start over? Well, in spite of your angry assault on me last year, I did get that divorce, as you well know, over six months ago. Where were you then?” he asked. “Not that it matters. I’m not all that anxious to jump into another relationship right now, not even with you... as tempting as it may be.”

  “Just one night with me isn’t a relationship Hunter... it’s just two people having a good time. It will give me a chance to really let you know how sorry I am.”

  “Tiffany,” he began.

  “Hunter,” she interrupted, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up into his eyes. He hesitated a moment then surrendered to her desire and kissed her for several long seconds. “I gotta go,” he whispered, peeling himself away. “I really do.”

  “You’re breaking my heart,” she said, tearing up. “I really thought you cared for me at one time. You used to love spending time with me.”

  Hunter looked into her softened eyes. “I did like spending time with you. I told you then I was planning on getting a divorce, so your outburst didn’t make sense to me.”

  “I was a silly and... and a selfish little girl then, but now... now I’m a woman. I’ve grown up. I know what I want and why,” she breathed out. “And I really... want... you, Hunter. I really do.”

  Hunter pulled out his handkerchief and gently dabbed at her manufactured tears. “I don’t know Tiff...”

  “Please. Just for a few hours.” Her eyes were pleading. “Just one hour.”

  Hunter glanced at the front door and back at her. “I suppose one hour would be okay.” He relented. “Then I really do have to go.”

  “Good,” she smiled.
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  “But I need to talk to my driver.”

  “Alright. I’ll be waiting upstairs... in our usual room.” She released her hold and watched as he stepped out into the chilly night air to his waiting limousine.

  Carolyn walked up to her. “So? Is he staying?”

  “For a while. Should be long enough, I would think.”

  “Good girl. I knew you could handle him.”

  “You know you can count on me.” Tiffany grinned. “He always surrenders to me.”

  Carolyn rejoined her husband. “It won’t be long now. Tiffany has everything under control. You might as well relax, dear, and enjoy your party.”

  “Promise he won’t be harmed in any way.”

  “Of course, darling. He’s my friend too. But we have to do this or else everything comes crashing down and we will be completely ruined.”

  Outside, Hunter paused on the front porch feeling uncertain about his decision then walked over to his driver. “Thanks Charlie,” he said. “Hey, uh... someone wants me to stay a while longer. I... uh...”

  “I understand. I can wait.”

  Hunter stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Charlie. “I don’t know. Something’s...”

  “Something’s what?” Charlie asked.

  “Something’s not right,” Hunter said looking back at the house. “I know I’ve had a little too much to drink tonight, but I have this... feeling. Hey, if I’m not out in an hour, come get me, will you?”

  “Well, sir, I’d love to do that, but unless I’m dressed in a tuxedo, I can assure you they won’t let me in the door.”

  Hunter stood thinking then said, “Okay... drive outside the gate and park at the curb.” He started back to the house. “And keep the motor running. For real this time.”

  “You’re really worried about something, aren’t you?” Charlie gave him a curious look.

  “Yeah. Everyone’s so anxious for me to stay.”

  “Is that unusual?”

  “This time? Yes. It feels different somehow. And Tiffany...”

  “Tiffany?” Charlie asked. “I thought the two of you...”

  “Yeah. So did I, but now all of a sudden she wants me to spend the night with her. She’s acting sorry... wants us to start over...”

  “Interesting,” Charlie said.

  “Yeah. I know she’s a pretty good actress, but she’s almost overdoing it. She even cranked up some tears. Something’s up and it doesn’t feel good. Even Carolyn was insisting I stay. She’s offered before, but not like this.

  “Sure you want to go back inside?”

  “No. But now I’m curious. Something’s up and I want to know what it is.”

  “Okay. I’ll be waiting. But if you’re gone longer?”

  Hunter looked at him thoughtfully then said, “Call the cops.”

  “Sir?”

  “I’d rather be embarrassed by a false alarm than end up being sorry later.”

  “You feel it’s that serious?”

  “For some reason, yes. I do.”

  “I don’t know,” Charlie said. “If you’re feeling that uneasy...” His concern was genuine. “You may play detective roles in your movies, but this is real. So, be careful.”

  “I will. See you shortly.” Hunter headed back inside. The clamor and laughter had died down and several guests were passed out on sofas. He could see Carolyn engaged in animated conversation with a couple of people across the room while Gerry was helping himself to more food. Hunter mounted the stairs and soon stood at the bedroom door. He took a deep breath before giving a light tap and stepping inside.

  The room was dark, except for the flicker of light coming from a private gas fireplace on the wall opposite the bed. “Tiff?” he called out. “You here?” It was quiet. He turned on a table lamp and glanced around. The bed was turned down. On a side table a bottle of champagne rested in a metal bucket of ice on a nearby table along with two flutes.

  He noticed a handwritten note next to the bottle of wine that read, ‘Help yourself, I’ll be right there.’ The bottle was already open and one flute had a swallow of champagne still in it with traces of lipstick on the rim.

  “Tiff?” he called again then peeked in the bathroom. It was dark and that uneasiness he’d been feeling earlier was stronger than ever. Under different circumstances he would have helped himself to a drink and climbed into bed in anticipation of a rousing night with an alluring woman. He had no such desires tonight, however. Deciding to leave, he headed for the bedroom door just as it opened.

  “Hunter,” Tiffany said, her figure silhouetted against the soft light from the hallway. Stepping into the room, she quietly closed the door. “I’m so glad we’re going to be together tonight. It’ll be like old times... when they were better. Don’t you agree?” She walked over to him and looked at the wine glasses. “You haven’t had any champagne yet.”

  “You didn’t wait for me,” he said.

  “I couldn’t resist. I apologize. Let me pour you some and we can toast this romantic night.” She filled his flute halfway and handed it to him then picked up her own glass and held it up. “To us, Hunter. You and me. Together again.”

  “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself?” he asked. “A one night stand isn’t necessarily the same as getting together again.”

  “Alright. To a one night stand that I’m sure will lead to better and more satisfying times ahead.” She drank her last sip. “Drink up, my love.”

  “Actually, I’ve had enough for one night. I need to keep my head clear so I can fly home later this morning.” He set the glass down. “But you’re welcome to more if you like. Let me,” he said taking the bottle and offering to pour.

  Tiffany quickly placed a hand over the top of her glass and smiled. “I’ve probably had enough, too.” She also set her glass down. “How about I go get ready. I’ll only be a minute. Warm up the bed?” She disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.

  Without hesitating Hunter immediately left. Deciding to take the back stairs, he hurried to the ground floor and exited through the kitchen bustling with staff.

  “Good night, Mr. Blake,” someone said.

  “Oh... I’m not leaving. Just needed some fresh air for a few minutes. A little too much to drink, I think. Stomach’s not feeling too well.” He feigned getting sick, covering his mouth as he headed out to a side yard. Looking around, he quietly made his way to the street and found Charlie waiting for him.

  “Sorry I took so long,” Hunter said as he hurried to the limousine.

  “Not a problem, sir.” Charlie glanced at his watch. “You still had some time left on the clock.”

  “Is this your limo?” Hunter asked looking at a much shorter vehicle.

  “No. I traded with one of the other drivers.”

  “You did? Why?”

  “I found a handkerchief covered in vomit tossed in the ivy over there.”

  Hunter looked at him. “So?”

  “So, I tossed it in the back of my limo.”

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Shouldn’t we get going?” Charlie asked, opening the front passenger door.

  “Yeah... but...”

  “I’ll explain. Just get in!” Charlie pushed Hunter into the car and closed the door. Hurrying around, he climbed in and took off. “I paid another guy a couple hundred bucks to take my car. I gave him a line about not wanting you to be embarrassed about getting sick and he just nodded and grinned at the wad of bills I offered as he handed me his keys. I promised you wouldn’t lose your lunch in this one... so keep it down.” Charlie laughed.

  “Yeah, sure, but why the switch?”

  “Just a precaution,” Charlie said calmly.

  Hunter glanced at the side mirror then chuckled. “You really do watch my movies.”

  “Yes sir. I just improvise a little here and there from time to time.”

/>   “Sounds like you’ve done this type of thing before.”

  “From time to time,” Charlie said.

  “Good man.” Hunter glanced at the side mirror again. “You think anyone will figure it out?”

  “Not for a while. If any paparazzi intended to follow you in my limo, they’ll be headed back to the yard where most of us keep these cars. By the time they realize you’re not there, you’ll be long gone.”

  “What about my luggage?”

  “I got it. You’re all set.”

  “How long ago did you switch with this other guy?”

  “About ten minutes,” Charlie said. “So... how’d it go back there? Find out anything?”

  “Not really. Tiffany was being very secretive. Tried to get me to drink some champagne.”

  “I would expect that.”

  “Yeah, but she wasn’t in the room when I got there, and the bottle was already open. One glass had a little wine left in it with her lipstick on the rim. A note said to help myself. That seemed odd. If she were so eager to spend a very intimate night with me, why not wait so we could open the wine together? She used to love to hear the pop of the cork and watch the bubbles ooze out and down the side. She always said it was sexy to watch.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Charlie grinned knowingly.

  “Yeah, and then she poured half a glass for me and said to drink up. And... she wouldn’t let me refill her glass.”

  “You think it was laced with something?”

  “You don’t miss a beat, do you? Yes, for some reason I do.” Hunter let out a sigh. “But I don’t know why I had that feeling. You know, it’s one thing to act this stuff out for a picture. Everything’s scripted and choreographed. But tonight... I don’t know. It still felt almost scripted somehow, except I didn’t get a copy. I just want to get out of town and go home,” he said as Charlie wound through the prestigious neighborhood toward a main boulevard.”

  “I can imagine,” Charlie said. He kept checking his side mirrors then made an unexpected turn at the next corner.

  “You see something?” Hunter asked.

  “Not sure. I thought we might have picked up a tail.”

  “You think that other driver ratted us out?”

  “Could be. Anything’s possible. As you know, money talks in this town.” Charlie took another turn. “But not only that, I’m sure they have the airport staked out as well... that is... if you’re being followed for some reason by someone other than photographers.”

  “Yeah? But why? What did I do?”

  Charlie kept his eye on traffic and his mirrors. “I don’t feel good about taking you straight to the airport. In fact, I’m not so sure now it’s such a good idea for you to head to Idaho. It’s no secret you have a place up there, you know.”

  “I know, but where else would I go? No, I’ll go home, but I know someone up there who may be able to help. Now I just want to know what’s going on.”

  “You planning on staying in town tonight?” Charlie asked.

  “I was. I booked a room at a hotel near the airport, but I use an alias when I do that and a credit card belonging to my company to pay for it. My name isn’t on anything.”

  “Anybody else know you do that?”

  Hunter groaned, “Yes.”

  “So skip the hotel. How tired are you?”

  “At the moment... not very. I’m too keyed up.”

  “How long a flight is it?”

  “Three hours, tops.” Hunter replied. “Most of the distance I’ll be on autopilot, so I should be able to make it okay. I just have to be alert to any audibles from the onboard systems, but at this hour, there shouldn’t be a lot of traffic up there.”

  “Then we’ll take our chances and go straight to the airport,” Charlie said.

  Twenty minutes later, Hunter directed him to a gate that allowed them access to the airfield. They drove onto the apron and pulled up to his personal jet. Both men climbed out, looking around nervously. Almost immediately a security car pulled up and two uniformed security officers got out.

  Immediately they recognized Hunter. “Mr. Blake. Good evening,” one of the officers said.

  “Good evening,” Hunter replied. “Something wrong?”

  “No, we’re just making sure who’s coming and going tonight.”

  “Anything unusual going on here?” Charlie asked.

  One officer looked out across the lighted airstrip. “Not really. One car drove by earlier. They slowed down but didn’t stop.”

  “Did you stop them? Get any identification? License plate number? Anything?” Charlie asked.

  “No. We didn’t have a reason to stop them. They didn’t do anything wrong. Besides, we don’t have the authority to do much other than question people and ask them to move along.”

  “And did they... move along?” Charlie asked. “Did you actually see them leave the area.”

  “No. Too dark and we were on rounds. We called it in to airport security, though.”

  Hunter looked around nervously. “How long ago was that?”

  “Maybe twenty or thirty minutes ago?” He said. His partner nodded.

  “So they never actually got out and touched the plane?” Charlie asked.

  “No. They didn’t.”

  “Well, thank you for letting us know, at least,” Hunter said, shaking their hands. “I appreciate it.” Both men nodded then climbed back in their vehicle and left.

  Hunter turned to Charlie. “You sure had some interesting questions. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have some law enforcement background.” He studied his driver’s face.

  Charlie merely smiled. “Like you said, I like to watch your movies. I’ve learned a thing or two.”

  “Yeah, but why do I get the feeling you’re holding back on me?”

  Charlie pulled Hunter’s luggage from the trunk of the limousine. “I think you should get going. Whoever was driving that car may not have gone far and might be watching... and taking pictures.”

  “Yeah,” Hunter said, looking around again. “So what about you?” he asked opening the cabin door to his jet. “Someone might track you down or follow you... or something.”

  “Anything’s possible,” he agreed.

  “You due for a vacation?” Hunter asked impulsively.

  “Me? Depends on where.”

  “How about Idaho?”

  “Idaho. Now what would I do in Idaho? Isn’t that a redneck state?” He laughed.

  “It’s changed a lot,” Hunter said. “Not so redneck anymore.”

  “I think I’ll pass this time,” Charlie said, “But thanks for the invitation.”

  “Anytime.” Hunter stowed his things in the tail section of his jet then shook Charlie’s hand. “You’re a good man. Call me if you need anything and watch your back.”

  “I will... on both counts. You do the same.” Charlie got back in the limo and pulled a short distance away while Hunter secured his aircraft and got ready to leave. He reviewed his checklist one more time as he waited for each engine to warm up. Soon he was ready to move out onto the taxiway.

  Charlie sat in his car and watched until Hunter was lined up and ready for takeoff. Moments later, the jet was airborne, climbing high into the early morning sky with a very faint glow in the east signaling a rising sun.

  Making a call, Charlie waited for someone to answer. “Wheels up,” he reported.

  In the meantime, Hunter gripped the yoke as he continued to climb. Even as tired as he was, it felt good to be in the air and away from all the hustle and bustle of Southern California, but especially from whatever the Allensby’s and Tiffany had cooked up. “I sure hope all of this is just my overactive imagination and nothing else,” he said, trying to comfort himself as he climbed higher.

  With autopilot engaged, it wasn’t long until he reached ten thousand feet and able to finally relax a little. Once home, he could sleep all he wanted but
for now he needed to remain alert. Like Charlie said, it was no secret where he was headed.

  Twenty minutes into his flight, his head had cleared considerably. He guessed it was the rush of adrenaline he’d experienced the last hour or so that helped. With a smile, he made up his mind to get a dog. Not only would it be a great deterrent to someone lurking around, but also a companion he could trust and not because of his career or wealth. He’d get a faithful dog that would be genuinely happy to be with him, and for no other reason than that.