The Dingo Dilemma

'I've no proof, but I'm sure of it,' Lonnie said. 'And Kylie, you need to know something more. Norris Blainey has a substantial financial interest in Darleen Come Home!'

Twelve

I didn't see Ariana again until Monday morning. On Sunday she called me when she awoke to thank me for staying over. We had a short, friendly conversation. Neither of us mentioned the possibility of me seeing her later that day. I'd decided, after mulling over what Janette had said, that I wouldn't push it, but wait for Ariana to come to me. I did my best to ignore the grim thought that this might never happen.

I was due at Bellina Studios for a session with a voice coach at eleven, and after that I had a plethora of people to see about makeup and costumes and other esoteric things that would make perfect sense to someone like Melodie, but were pretty well a mystery to me.

Thinking that I'd be out of the office most of the day, I tidied up my in-tray, which contained mostly bills. I dutifully wrote out many checks-Lonnie's alarming stories of identity theft had frightened me away from paying through the Internet-and trotted up to the front desk to put my envelopes in the outgoing-mail basket.

As I approached, I heard Melodie say to Harriet, 'We had a wonderful weekend. On Friday night we even got into that hot new nightspot, Total Ennui.'

Quite unashamedly, I stopped to listen.

'How did you manage that?' Harriet asked. 'Bribe the guy on the door?'

'Didn't need to. Pauline was just arriving with, would you believe, Lonnie-he looked so out of place-and when she saw us, she gave the word and we were in.'

'Wow,' said Harriet, clearly impressed.

'Like, it was just awesome and Bruce had the best time. Pauline took a fancy to him and said if he could sharpen up a bit she might have a party motivator job for him. She said Aussie guys were in demand.'

'I can't see Bruce as eye candy,' said Harriet, 'although he is good-looking.'

Melodie propped her elbows on her desk and leaned forward confidentially. 'Harriet, can I tell you something? Bruce is my idea of a perfect man. Brave yet sensitive.' A frown darkened her brow. 'Lexus thinks so too.'

'A lot of heartache in these international affairs,' said Harriet knowledgably. 'It's not just the clash of cultures, it's the difficulty for a foreigner to live long-term in the States. Green cards are hard to get.'

This was not welcome news for Melodie. 'You mean Bruce can't stay?'

Harriet shook her head. 'As an Australian, Bruce is officially an alien. He'll have entered the country on a tourist visa, good for a few months. He can't legally get a job and has to leave as soon as his visa runs out.'

A ray of light appeared on my inner horizon. For some reason I hadn't thought of Brucie's status as a visitor to America. Brucie's plan to join Kendall & Creeling was effectively thwarted.

'What about Kylie?' Melodie asked. 'Why is it OK for her to work here, when she's Australian?'

'She was born in Los Angeles. Even though she left when still a baby, she's still an American citizen.'

From her expression, Melodie was brooding over the unfairness of it all. After a moment she said, 'Rats! Bruce could be my one great love.' Apparently the drama of the situation occurred to her, because she suddenly clasped her hands and said poignantly, 'United by abiding love, yet cruelly parted by pitiless fate.'

'There is a way,' said Harriet. 'You could marry Bruce. Then he could apply for a green card as the spouse of an American citizen.'

'No!' burst involuntarily from my lips. Harriet and Melodie turned to look at me. I said hastily, 'I mean, I've heard the authorities are cracking down on marriages of convenience.'

Melodie scowled. 'It would not be a marriage of convenience. It would be one of mutual love.'

'Stone the crows,' I said, 'Brucie's a fast worker. He's been here only a few days, and already you're engaged.'

Harriet chortled. Melodie said with dignity, 'We're talking hypothetical scenarios here, Kylie.'

'Besides,' said Harriet cheerfully, 'there's always Lexus. She might be keen enough to marry him, too.'

'Wouldn't that be bigamy?' I asked. Harriet chortled some more.

'Can I do something for you?' said Melodie pointedly.

I couldn't help grinning. 'Don't marry Brucie.'

Melodie put up her chin. 'No one's going to tell me who I can or can't marry,' she announced. 'If it happens to be Bruce, it's no business of yours.'

'If you marry Brucie, Aunt Millie becomes your mother-in-law.'

'Oh,' said Melodie.

****

I was still grinning when I ran into Ariana on my way back to my office. We stopped outside her door.

'You're very cheerful,' she said.

I told her about the unlikely-I hoped!-union of my cousin and Melodie, and how the mention of Aunt Millie as a future mother-in-law had thrown a romantic spanner into the works. 'Melodie went quite ashen.'

Ariana smiled, then sobered. 'Kylie, about Saturday night… again, thank you for your company. And thank you for listening.'

'Any time,' I said. 'I really mean that.' Impulsively, I put a hand on her arm. 'I wish I could do more.'

'Just be there.' Abruptly, she seemed embarrassed. 'I don't know why I said that. I've no right to make demands.'

'Demand away,' I said lightly.

Lonnie, chomping on a pastry, came ambling along from the direction of the kitchen. 'Have you brought Ariana up to speed on Blainey?' he asked me. To Ariana he said, 'Dangerous SOB. Involved in suspicious deaths. Owns a piece of Darken Come Home, so I told Kylie to look out for herself.'

I checked my watch. Blimey, I was running out of time, and I prided myself on never being late for appointments. 'Lonnie will tell you all about it, Ariana. I've got to get a move on.'

On my way out I said to Melodie. 'If you want me urgently, you can get me on my cell. I'll be at Bellina Studios.'

Melodie's green eyes did their narrowing act. 'You'll be at Bellina Studios?' she ground out. 'Bellina Studios!'

'That's what I just said.'

'I hope you don't break a leg.'

As I knew in entertainment circles 'break a leg' was actually an oddly expressed wish for someone to have good fortune, it followed that Melodie had just expressed the hope I'd come a gutser in the acting area.

I summoned up my Pollyanna persona, practically guaranteed to sicken. 'How typical of you to always be thinking of others, Melodie,' I said in sugary tones. 'Thank you so much. I do appreciate it.'

'I didn't mean-'

'Oh, don't be so modest!'

I skipped out the front door in good spirits. By the time I made it across the courtyard my mood had gone into full reverse. Odds were Melodie's assessment was right. I would make a fool of myself. I had the depressing image of people all over the soundstage sniggering to themselves.

Driving along, I thought about Norris Blainey's financial interest in Darken Come Home. Lonnie had explained to me how a huge concern like Bellina Studios would provide accommodation on the lot for selected independent production companies, with the understanding that Bellina would have first right of refusal for projects that seemed likely to be successful.

Blainey had invested heavily in Darken Productions, owned by writer-director Earl Garfield. When the show became a major hit, Blainey seemed to be on a sure-fire winner. Things hadn't been so rosy recently. Ratings had been falling, and the principal cast members had been demanding renegotiated contracts for considerably more