So he called her, and sure enough, she said she'd love to have dinner and drinks with him. About an hour later, Tracey called back from the movie set, The movie shoot was running late. Not her fault, he knew. Probably some hack director's fault. Some disorganized, arrogant, glorified art director two or three years out of film school.
So he didn't get to see Tracey until past eleven, when she came over to his room at the Marriott. She gave him a big hug and a sloppy kiss, and she looked pretty good for having worked all day “I missed you, sweetcakes. I missed you so much. Where have you been? You look great by the way So thin, good thin, though. The lean-and-hungry look, right? It suits you.”
He didn't know whether Tracey was still into blow, or booze, or whatever, so he had a little of everything on hand, and that's what they did - just about everything. He knew right away she wanted to fool around, because she told him she was horny for one of the stunt men on the movie and because of the way she sat on the couch, legs set apart, looking him up and down with those bedroom eyes of hers, hungry eyes just as he remembered. Finally, Tracey pulled up her top and said, “Well?”
So he took her to bed, where she complimented his new lean body again. Tracey did a little more coke; then she took off her blouse to let him admire her tits some more. He remembered the drill with Tracey - you had to talk about how sexy she was and touch her everywhere for about twenty minutes, then at least thirty minutes of very energetic humping because Tracey couldn't have an orgasm to save her life, and was always getting so close, but never quite there, so keep going, harder; faster; harder; faster; oh baby, baby, baby. And when he came inside her, she seemed to like it, and she held him close as if they were a couple again, even though they had never really been a couple.
Once the sexual preliminaries were out of the way it was his turn to really get off. They were out on his terrace overlooking the city and Tracey had her head on his shoulder.
Very romantic and cute, in a pathetic sort of way, like going on a date with Meg Ryan, or Daryl Hannah maybe.
“I want to tell you a little about what I've been up to,” he finally said. Until then, everything had been about her.
'I want to hear all about it, sweetie. Only I can't leave the kid too late back at my hotel.
The nanny threatens to quit.'
Now that he remembered, Tracey was kind of a selfish bitch most of the time.
“Does anybody know about the two of us tonight?” he asked.
“No. Duh. So what are you up to? Something big, of course. You're due.” “Yeah, it's kind of a mystery thing. It's big, all right. Really different though. Nothing anything like it before. I'm writing the story myself. The story of stories.”
“Wow, that's great. You're writing it yourself, huh?”
“Yeah. You know those murders in L.A.? Mary Smith?”
She knew a little but not everything, since she'd been up in Vancouver for four weeks, so he quickly filled her in.
“You bought the rights? Wow! That's great. And what, you want me to produce?”
He shook his head in disbelief.
“From who, Tracey? Who would I buy the rights from?”
“Oh, right. Well, so what's the deal then?”
“So I can talk to you? Really talk?”
“Of course you can talk to me. Tell me your big idea, your story. I love thrillers.”
This is it. Go or no-go? What is it going to be?
“I planned those murders, Tracey. I'm Mary.” Wow. It was out. Just like that. I'm Mary.
Holy shit! She looked at him real funny, funny peculiar, and suddenly he knew this had been a very bad idea, and old Tracey wasn't the crazy one - he was. He'd just blown his whole deal.
And for what? To let off a little steam with an old girlfriend? To vent? Confess?
She was staring at him as if he had two heads, at least that many “Come again? What are you saying?”
He laughed, faked it the best he could, anyway.
“ifs a joke, Trace. We're high; I made ajoke. Hey, let me give you a ride home. You've got the kid at your hotel, the nanny and whatever. I hear you. And you're a good mommy right?”
Mary, Mary
Chapter 57
THEY DIDN'T TALK MUCH in the car, so he knew how big a mistake he'd made, and now he wondered if he'd made other mistakes along the way Maybe important ones that would.get him caught. Like way back in New York City The movie-theater shootings.
