The Dingo Dilemma

where that came from. I've got it in a safe place.'

'I need everything you can give me,' Quip said. 'You won't leave LA before passing the stuff on to me, will you?'

'Of course not. I want you to crucify the bastard.'

'I had a run-in with him today,' I said. They both stared at me. I added in explanation, 'Blainey has a financial interest in the company making Darleen Come Home. I've got the part of Olive, Timmy's sister, for two episodes, so I was on the set. Blainey turned up this afternoon.'

'The production company's losing money fast,' said Quip. 'I've got evidence Blainey's tried to unload his interest in it, but got no takers.'

'I suppose you've heard about the dingo,' said Yancy. 'Driving here, it was all over the news.'

I had a sinking feeling. Surely Norris Blainey hadn't had time to arrange her death. Then again, someone close to Darleen-the vet perhaps-could be paid enough to deliver a fatal injection. 'What's happened to Darleen?' I asked.

'She's disappeared. Vanished into thin air. There's talk of a reward already.'

Seventeen

As soon as Yancy and Quip left via the back laneway-Yancy said he'd drop Quip at the nearest hotel so he could pick up a cab-I went to my room and turned on the TV to a local channel's newscast. Darleen's disappearance had not been relegated to the entertainment reporter, but was important enough to be the lead story.

There were only a few facts available, but later the police chief would be speaking to the media with further details on the eleven o'clock news. So far all that was known was that at the close of the day's shooting on Darken Come Home., the star dingo had been taken to her air-conditioned run and given her evening meal. When an hour later, the kennel attendant had looked in on Darleen and her two stand-in dingoes, Darleen's run had been empty.

Also missing, the report went on to say, was dingo wrangler Douglas O'Rourke, also known as Dingo O'Rourke. As he was an Australian citizen, authorities were checking his status as a resident alien. A photo of Dingo flashed on the screen. He was scowling at the camera, his droopy mustache not hiding the grim set of his mouth. To someone who didn't know him, he looked like a villain, perfectly capable of carrying out such a heinous crime.

'A beloved dingo spirited away, who knows to what fate?' intoned the male anchor at the news desk.

His female equivalent shook her head. 'Heartbreaking, Chad, heartbreaking. Many children will go to bed crying tonight.'

'T feel a little like crying myself,' said Chad. 'There's something about an animal in peril that touches me deeply.'

I changed channels. This newscast was also leading with the dingo-napping story, although the emphasis here was on how there had been rumors for some days of an extortion plot involving the snatching of Darken. That being so, had additional steps been made to ensure her safety? Also, was the Collie Coalition merely part of a publicity campaign, or could this group actually be responsible for her abduction? And was Darken, as star of the show, heavily insured?

These were good questions, and I was thinking about them when my cell phone rang.

'Kylie, it's me, Dingo.'

'Dingo! Where are you? Have you got Darken?'

'She's safe.'

'How did you get her out of the studios?'

'It was simple. All vehicles are searched coming in, but none going out. I put Darken on the floor behind the driver's seat, threw a rug over her, and told her to be quiet.'

'You've got to bring her back before the cops catch up with you,' I said.

'No way,' he growled. 'It's not like I've done anything wrong. Darken's in my protective custody. If I hadn't taken her, she'd be dead by now.'

'Dingo, you don't know that.'

'I do. Yesterday, on the set, I asked Garfield for an armed guard on Darken, twenty- four hours a day. He turned me down flat. That's when I realized he was in on the scheme to hurt her.'

From past experience I knew that when Dingo had his mind set on something, he was next to impossible to budge. Even so, I tried. 'I can see Blainey wanting to harm Darleen-he's the kind to do that sort of thing-but why would Earl Garfield? What good docs it do him to have something bad happen to the star of his show?'

There was an obstinate silence at the other end. I tried again. 'I reckon Garfield was involved in a stunt to fake a kidnapping and pretend she was being held for ransom. The whole thing was aimed at getting a lot of free publicity for the show and so push up the ratings. Killing Darleen wouldn't help at all, but her triumphant rescue would.'

Silence. 'Dingo?' I said.

'Maybe you're right.' The concession was made grudgingly. 'I'll think about it. I'll call you tomorrow.'

'Stop! Don't hang up.'

'What? I've got to go.'

'About the two odd blokes Phyllis Blake said were asking questions about you at your apartment building…'

'What about them?' he snapped impatiently.

'I'm pretty sure it's the same two who turned up here with the story that Kendall & Creeling had won an award for disaster preparedness. They gave their names, after a bit of persuasion, as Morgan and Unwin.'

'So?'

'They claimed to be from the Department of Homeland Security.'

Dingo swore, and before I could say anything else, he'd disconnected.

I looked at the phone in my hand. I wanted to call Ariana, not just to tell her what had happened with Dingo, but simply to hear her voice. I felt our relationship had reached a new level, but still I hesitated. Things between us were too new and fragile to put at risk.

Realizing I was hungry, as I hadn't eaten since lunch in the studio commissary, I decided to make myself a toasted cheese sandwich and a cup of tea. After that I'd think about calling Ariana.

I turned on the kitchen TV and found a cable channel running a news crawl along the bottom of the screen. Darleen's disappearance featured prominently. I learnt in quick order that: Earl Garfield, reclusive award-winning writer and director, was too upset to comment in person but had released a statement saying he was 'deeply disturbed'; details of a substantial reward to be offered for Darleen's safe return would be released tomorrow; the head of security at Bellina Studios admitted she was 'completely baffled' as to how Darken had been smuggled out of the complex; the ASPCA, the Humane Society, and other animal welfare groups combined to deplore the use of an innocent animal in an apparent extortion plot; famed animal psychic Jessica de Lyons had been in extrasensory contact with Darleen and pronounced her 'well, but unhappy and confused.'

My cheese sandwich was history and I was pouring a second cup of tea when the phone on the wall rang. One line was switched through to handsets in the kitchen and my bedroom when the office was closed, but since I'd got a cell phone, most people I knew called me on it.

'Kylie? It's Fran. Is Quip there?'

With perfect truth, I said he wasn't. Crikey, where was Quip? He'd had plenty of time to get back before Fran arrived.

A frantic note surfaced in Fran's voice as she went on, 'Quip can barely walk, and his face is a mess. I left him watching television. When I got home a few minutes ago, he wasn't here.'

A quiver of fear touched my skin. Could Blainey have gotten to Quip and Yancy after they'd left me? Were they lying dead, tumbled in a gutter somewhere?

'Perhaps he's with a neighbor,' I said, hoping against hope it would turn out to be true.

'I've been to every apartment in the building, but no one's seen him. I've called everyone I could think of. I can't get hold of Mom or Ariana, so I've left them both messages to get back to me. I'm about to start calling the