projected carnal desperation. But the remnants of her looks were still there. Like a child peeking around a curtain, he could still see the residue of teenage beauty.
'You shouldn't fuck with Leo,' she said. 'Leo shot some people and went to prison for it.'
'Yeah? Well, Leo and I have an understanding. He's not gonna shoot me.'
'You look like a cop, so probably you ain't here for a forty and five, right?' Talking about the hooker's forty- dollar charge with the five-dollar room fee; most likely for an hour at the Ho-Tell Motel.
'Are you Carol White?' Shane asked, jumping right into it.
'I'm Crystal Glass.'
'But before that?'
'Before that?' Her eyes clouded up as if she were trying to remember.
The way she said it was sort of lost and sad, as if she could barely conjure up what her life had been like before she'd started hooking on Adams.
'Carol, I'm not here to bust you, okay? I'm here because a mutual friend of ours, Nicky Marcella, sent me.'
A smile suddenly appeared in her sad eyes, then slipped slowly down her face, until it finally managed to turn up the corners of her mouth.
'Nicky the Pooh?' she asked softly.
'The what?'
'Nicky Marcella… That's what everybody in our high school called him, Nicky the Pooh. That was his nickname.'
'You went to high school with Nicky Marcella?'
'Teaneck High. Course I didn't finish, 'cause I won Miss Solar Energy and then Miss Teen New Jersey, so I decided to take my shot, y'know?'
'Hollywood.'
'Yep. The prettiest girl in Teaneck, ask anybody. Gonna be a motherfuckin' movie star. Didn't quite make it, did I?'
'It's a tough business. Only one out of a million, they say.'
Carol leaned forward and now there was actually some light in her tired blue eyes. 'You know how close I came?' Shane shook his head. 'That close.' She held up her thumb and forefinger about a quarter of an inch apart. 'That close. I was up for the Zeffirelli film Endless Love. It was a great part… a film about teenage passion, y'know? It was down to just me and Brooke Shields. Y'know…? Brooke Shields?'
'Yeah, good actress.' Shane nodded.
'Right… I'd been reading for Mr. Zeffirelli's West Coast casting director. She was this really nice motherly kind of lady who said I had unique qualities. That's what she said, 'unique qualities,' and after three reads, she gave me a callback to read for Franco Zeffirelli. The Franco Zeffirelli, can you believe that?' Shane shook his head in wonder. 'I named my cat Franco because of that-I went out and bought him so I'd have somebody to celebrate with. I named him Franco, after Mr. Zeffirelli. I was so excited.' He watched this memory play across her face like a faded dream. She seemed anxious to tell the story.
'Okay, so the callback was at Metro-that's MGM.' She was leaning farther forward, her breasts bulging out of her low-cut dress.
'Right,' Shane said, 'Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.' 'Exactly… and he wanted us to do the original balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet, 'cause Endless Love was kind of a rip on that play. So I'd been practicing with my acting teacher all night, and I've got the scene down pat, y' know?'
'Tough scene.'
'Tell me about it.' Her eyes were almost sparkling now. 'You gotta plead and cry, and you gotta not understand what Romeo's saying in that scene. It's all about mis-understanding-lotta different emotional values you gotta play. That's why Franco had us doing it, me an' Brooke. So I show up for the audition and I see Brooke sitting in the other chair and she was so beautiful… so composed… and I sorta started to choke. I thought, how is he ever gonna choose me over her, y'know? But I was there, so I thought what the hell, y'know?'
Shane nodded. 'What the hell.'
'So I went in first and I started to do the scene, but Mr. Zeffirelli stopped me and said, 'Do it inna da chair.' And I said, 'Mr. Zeffirelli, I need to move around,'cause, see, that's the way I practiced it. But he was walkin' around in front of the lights waving a cigarette, sayin', 'I'm a shoot dis test widda bery tight lens ana donta wanta no movement.' Like that, with his Italian accent and all, and it was sorta hard for me to understand him, and I had to get him to say it twice. I could tell he was getting frustrated, but I asked him again, 'Can't I do the audition standing?' And he sort of started to raise his voice and shout. So I sat down and tried to do it the way he wanted, but I kept seeing my own face off to the side of the room on the monitors, and I looked so different, kinda pasty and white. It just kinda threw me, y' know? I couldn't remember the words and I froze.'
She sat there, her face now in a slight scowl, her eyes down on the chipped linoleum tabletop. Then she slowly brought them up, dragged them, as if she were pulling weights. 'So that was it. Brooke got the part… but it was close. If I hadn't had to sit in that damn chair, I bet I woulda got it. It was down to her and me that close.'
This time she put her two fingers together and smiled at him. Shane felt his heart go out to her. She was so vulnerable, so fragile, that he thought if he said the wrong thing she might break into pieces right before him. She smiled a sad smile of apology. That smile seemed to be saying: 'I know I look like a cheap forty-dollar whore, but I used to be the prettiest girl in Teaneck, and I was almost in a Zeffirelli movie… almost. It was that close.'
Shane returned her smile, but she didn't see it. She was looking at him, but her mind was somewhere else. He looked down at the twenty or more old track marks on her arms, the open one still glistening from that morning's fix. Heroin-the gift that keeps on giving.
'Listen, Carol, Nicky Marcella sent me here because he has a part for you. He's producing a film and he asked me to look you up. He said the part was very unique, that you have the exact quality needed to pull it off.'
'Nicky said that?' She was smiling again. 'Nicky the Pooh is such a sweet guy. He almost put me in another movie two years ago. I met his investors. Even went out with one and we partied, 'cause Nicky said the guy was about to put up more pre-production money. But I had to do a reading in front of the director. By then I'd lost my confidence. I froze there, too.'
'I think he's planning on just putting you in this. He said you were the one he wanted.'.
She was wringing her hands on the table, over and over again in a desperate motion, as if she couldn't get them clean-the Lady Macbeth of the Snake Charmers Bar.
'Wouldn't that be something?' she finally said. 'Course, I'd have to get straight…'
'Right. Gotta stop shootin' slat.'
'Yeah… yeah. Wouldn't that be somethin'? Me back in the movies…'
Then a shadow fell over them and Shane looked up. A skinny, ebony-black man, wearing a pinstriped suit and carrying an umbrella, was glaring at them. The man had no tie, but wore a pound of jewelry under his silk shirt-a Mr. T starter set.
'You better be pitchin' your ass, or makin' a pass, girl. 'Cause, if he ain't buyin', you be dyin',' rhyming his sentences like a Baptist preacher.
'Sorry, Black… I'm sorry.' Carol was grabbing for her purse and starting to scramble out of the booth.
Shane reached out and grabbed her arm. 'Hold it. Hold it… Who is this?'
'Ain't talkin' t' you, Chuck,' the black man said. 'I been watchin'. You ain't nothin' but a tire-kickin' Gumby motherfucker. Jus' sittin', jaw-jackin', takin' up the ho's time.'
'Black, please… I'm going back out. No need for trouble.'
'You must'a forgot you ain't Black's bottom girl no more,' the pimp growled. 'So you can't be settin' in d' shade, drinkin' d' Kool-Aid and not gettin' laid. You nothin' but street merchandise now-a three-way girl who don't got no bidness sittin' in the air-conditioning when Black need his stack money. So you best be puttin' it on d' street, woman, or you gonna be tastin' a wastin'.'
Shane got out of the booth. This skinny asshole had to be Paul 'Black' Mills. When Shane stood, he was two inches taller than the pimp, who seemed to be the only one in the place who hadn't made Shane as a cop yet. If Shane badged him, Carol White would probably end up getting beaten. So instead, he smiled at Mills. 'Listen, I assume you're Crystal's business representative. I really am a paying customer. We were just coming to
