“I don’t know about Germany, Herr Muhlenberg, but here in New York, all rumors are true.”
“Look, I’m not a marriage counselor,” he said. “I know you and Ian have problems, but I also know you’re a professional. What’ll it take to get you into wardrobe and onto the set?”
She was wearing a short royal blue kimono that was busy with floral designs and peacocks. She tugged on the sash, and the kimono fell to the floor.
At a thousand bucks a minute, the sex cost the studio fifty-four thousand dollars. Edie wasn’t nearly as good as the underage star of his last film, but if you had to bang a forty-six-year-old diva to save your career, you could do a lot worse than Edie Coburn.
He lit the cigarette for her. She sucked in hard and blew it in his face. “I hope you’re not waiting for a standing ovation,” she said. “This was strictly business.”
“Right,” he said. “Then I can tell Ian you’ll be on the set in thirty minutes.”
“Yeah. You might want to put some pants on first.”
“SETTLE DOWN, PEOPLE,” the assistant director bellowed. “Picture is up. Roll sound.”
Henry Muhlenberg took a deep breath. He was finally back in control. Thirty feet away, looking elegant in a vintage
“Speed.”
The clapper board snapped shut, and the assistant director called out, “Background action.”
The Chameleon and ninety-nine other wedding guests slid into character, chatting, laughing, drinking, all without making a sound.
“And action,” Muhlenberg called.
The bride and groom, Devon Whitaker and Ian Stewart, stepped onto the dance floor, and the assembled guests stopped pretending to talk and pretended to be enthralled as the happy couple began to dance.
The band pretended to play. The music would be added to the sound track in postproduction. Ian and Devon twirled around the room.
“Dancing, dancing, dancing,” Muhlenberg called out, waiting for the couple to hit their marks. “And now!”
Edie Coburn stepped into the scene, wearing a pair of wide-legged, high-waisted Katharine Hepburn trousers and a loose-fitting chocolate-gray silk blouse.
“Well, well, well,” she screamed, pointing a 9-millimeter SIG Pro at the couple. “The former Mrs. Minetti finally gets to meet the current Mrs. Minetti.”
The crowd reacted with appropriate horror. Muhlenberg looked at the video monitor of the close-up camera. Edie Coburn was calm and cold on the outside, but seething with rage on the inside. Hardly a stretch for her to play the jealous ex-wife, Muhlenberg thought, but still, she was brilliant.
Ian turned to her, his eyes filled more with anger than fear. “Put the gun down, Carla. If this is another one of your stupid melodramatic —”
Edie fired at the bride. Once. Twice. Blood stained the lace front of the wedding gown, and Devon collapsed to the floor. Ian let out a wail and charged toward Edie. She fired again. Blood spread across his white shirt. He staggered, and she fired again. Arterial spray spurted across the dance floor, and Ian fell down hard.
It was a spectacular film death, and Henry had it covered with four cameras. “And cut,” he yelled. “Brilliant.”
The assistant director helped the bloodied bride to her feet. “Ian, you need help?” he asked.
Ian Stewart didn’t answer. He gasped for air and let out a groan that turned into a full-throated wet gurgle as blood gushed from his windpipe and onto the parquet floor.
The special-effects guy was the first to figure it out. The blood squibs on the wedding gown had exploded right on cue, but the blood pouring out of Ian Stewart was very real.
“Live fire,” he shouted as he barreled his way onto the set, grabbed Edie Coburn’s arm, and wrested the gun from her hand.
Henry Muhlenberg was right behind him. He dropped to the floor and lifted the actor’s head. The blood had slowed to a trickle. Ian’s face was contorted, mouth agape, eyes wide open, seeing nothing.
“Get a doctor,” Muhlenberg screamed, knowing it was futile.
The extras were on their feet, some stunned, some crying, some shoving their way to the front to get a better look.
The Chameleon stood in their midst, motionless, just another horrified face blending in with the crowd.
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JAMES PATTERSON has created more enduring fictional characters than any other novelist writing today. He is the author of the Alex Cross novels, the most popular detective series of the past twenty-five years, including
James Patterson has also written numerous #1 bestsellers for young readers, including the Maximum Ride, Witch & Wizard, and Middle School series. In total, these books have spent more than 220 weeks on national bestseller lists. In 2010, James Patterson was named Author of the Year at the Children’s Choice Book Awards.
His lifelong passion for books and reading led James Patterson to create the innovative website ReadKiddoRead.com, giving adults an invaluable tool to find the books that get kids reading for life. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family.
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