men, and they were fighting about a woman who’d been dead for a long time. What really troubled me was that Federico had lied. He’d told me he hadn’t seen Vincent Day in a long time.
“So Vincent Day was arrested?”
“That’s right. He had a list of charges against him, and Federico gave the police a damning statement about the encounter.”
“How did you find all this out?” Millie had tactics and sources that I needed to learn. When it came to digging up dirt on celebrities, she was incredible.
“There’s this photographer, or he would be called paparazzi now. Long ago, when I was young and pretty enough to think about going to Hollywood, I contacted him. He was hungry and shooting wannabe star portfolios. Funny thing, he’s from Elba, Alabama, so he was down-home folks.”
“And you’ve stayed in touch with this guy all these years?” Millie was the kind of woman that men didn’t forget.
“Not really in touch, but I knew how to find his e-mail. His name is Tor, or that’s his professional name. Like Cher. Speaking of which, Tor did an exquisite spread on her. He sent me some photos that she autographed to me.”
I hated to halt her trip down her star-studded memory lane, but Tinkie was talking low and intensely to Daniel. It sounded like something was seriously wrong. I needed to know Vincent Day’s criminal history. What if he’d snatched Estelle to get even with Federico?
“So you called Tor, and he told you about the Vincent-Federico ruckus in Canada?” I interjected.
“Right. He was on the set of Vincent’s movie doing some still work. The whole crew was upset about the fight. They lost a couple of days’ work because Vincent was in jail. And Tor overheard Vincent say that he was going to get even with Federico one way or the other.”
“What was the old charge about?”
“Apparently Vincent has a terrible temper. He was charged with domestic abuse by his wife, Ivana Day, back in the eighties. He was booked, but she later dropped the charges. Tor said she looked bad. Black eye, swollen face, bruises, that kind of thing. He took photographs when she came out of the hospital emergency room, and yes, I did check the hospital records. It took some help from Coleman, but I found out that Mrs. Day was seen at a Los Angeles hospital.”
I heard everything she said, but she had also invoked the name of Coleman. Tinkie was busy with her call and Graf was gone; I could ask the question that immediately sprang to my lips. But I didn’t.
“Are you going to ask about Coleman?” Millie asked, saving me the bother of trying to decide if asking was a betrayal of Graf.
“I was and then I wasn’t.”
“Caught on the horns of a dilemma, huh?”
“That would describe it.”
“Coleman is okay. He’s lost a bunch of weight. In fact, he’s downright thin. Looks like a high school kid again. He’s living in the old Marston place.”
I swallowed. He’d left his home and rented a place. That implied that he was no longer living with Connie.
“And because you’re so concerned and asking and all, Connie is out of the hospital and in Jackson with her sister. Coleman didn’t say, but the brain tumor was apparently another invention.” Millie was going to tell me whether I wanted to hear it or not.
“It doesn’t matter now.” I wasn’t being dramatic. I’d given Coleman plenty of chances to make this move and he hadn’t. He’d held back and withheld and postponed. Now that I was gone, he’d taken action. “Did it ever occur to you that Coleman may have used Connie as an excuse so he didn’t have to commit to me?”
“In fact, it did, so I asked him that,” Millie said. “He was in for lunch the other day, and I just sat down and asked.”
My mouth was terribly dry. “What did he say?” I couldn’t help myself. All of my good intentions not to play into this conversation had fled.
“He said he’d made some bad mistakes, and he didn’t know if he could ever correct them. But the one thing he’d learned was that opportunities of a lifetime didn’t come at moments of convenience, and that the next time something he wanted was put in front of him, he was going to take it, no matter the consequences.” She cleared her throat. “He said that’s what you’d done, and he admired you for it.”
That last statement made me want to weep. Why couldn’t he say that he was a fool, that he’d let me and himself down, that he saw now what he hadn’t seen before. But it was his damn nobility in seeing how I’d done the best thing that made it impossible to allow myself to care for him in any way other than as a friend. Coleman would always put others ahead of himself-and therefore me. Love requires a certain degree of selfishness, and Coleman could never truly love me as I needed to be loved.
“Coleman is a good man,” I told her. “He’s one of the best. I hope he does grab his next opportunity. And thanks for the information, Millie. That’s going to help a whole lot. Really good work.”
“Any message for Coleman?” she asked.
“No, none.” No point in prolonging the pain. “Tinkie and I should be heading out tomorrow. Chablis is fine. Healing as we speak.” I knew Oscar had told everyone that his “child” had been injured in the line of defending Tinkie. “I miss you, Millie, and I’m planning a trip to Zinnia as soon as we finish filming.”
I hung up and looked over at Tinkie. She was still talking into the phone. “Daniel, I’m sure there’s more to this than meets the eye. When we find Estelle, I’ll speak on your behalf.” She nodded her head. “I promise. And thanks for calling.”
She closed her phone and heaved a big sigh. “Daniel really cares for Estelle.”
“And?”
“And she dumped him.”
“He heard from her?” I was surprised at how relieved I was that she was okay. The idea of Vincent Day holding her hostage to get at Federico had really concerned me.
“He did. He got a text message from her and a photograph from her phone saying that she was in Maine at a friend’s house, and that she wouldn’t be back to Malibu or Petaluma for the next few months. She told him she cared for him, but that she couldn’t sustain a relationship right now. She’s considering therapy.”
Maybe Estelle wasn’t as crazy as I thought. “I wish she’d contact her father.”
“Daniel messaged her back and asked her to do that.”
“What a helluva way to break off a relationship-through a text message. Like what? ‘We R 0-ver.’ That’s pretty cold.”
“Estelle couldn’t confront him, not even on the phone. That’s sad, Sarah Booth. Have you ever broken up with someone long distance?”
My romantic past was too sordid to even wade through. “Not interested in answering,” I said. “Now let’s search this house. Since Estelle is in Maine, I doubt we’ll find much of anything. But we can search and then pack up. Oscar will be glad to see you.”
“You’re one hundred percent correct. I can almost taste one of his mint juleps.”
Tinkie was making me homesick, but I had committed to finishing the movie. After that I could hop a flight home for some R and R with my buds.
“If Estelle is in Maine, why don’t we cancel this exploration?”
“You said two hours. There’s still time on the clock. If it isn’t Estelle, then it’s someone else. And that someone could turn up in Hollywood doing the same stuff there. Let’s end it here and now.”
We continued the tedious process, moving things, tapping walls, listening. It would’ve been a lot easier if Estoban Gonzalez had simply cooperated with us and told us where to look. Concern for his granddaughter should have been motivation enough. But now we knew Estelle was far away and safe, so whatever was happening in the house didn’t involve her at all.
So who-or what-were we tracking? I needed a confab with Jitty, but she wouldn’t appear in front of Tinkie. And she probably wouldn’t tell me anything useful anyway. Jitty was a big believer that the best lessons were those learned the hard way.
If she didn’t help me, though, the vessel to carry the prized Delaney heir might be injured. Now that was a threat I could use against her.
“Tinkie, I have to go to the bathroom, and I’ll check on the dogs.”
