Chapter 7
TALLIE QUIETLY TOLD the assistant director on the set the next day that he’d be taking over for her when she left at four o’clock. They were reshooting some minor scenes that day and doing reverses, where the cameraman had to shoot the actors’ backs for a variety of camera angles in important scenes. She didn’t need to be there for that, and the assistant director was pleased to take over for her. She didn’t say anything to Brigitte until right before she left.
“I’m going back to town,” she told her. There was a definite distance between them at the moment, but no one else had noticed. It weighed on Brigitte every time she looked at her. For the first time in seventeen years, Tallie was being distant and aloof. She was trying to process all that had happened, and make her peace with Brigitte’s silence for so long. Brigitte understood it, but it hurt anyway.
“Do you want me to drive you?” Brigitte offered, assuming that she would.
“No, I’m fine. I need some time to myself right now,” she said, and Brigitte nodded. “I’m taking one of the SUVs from the set till Monday.” Brigitte nodded her understanding. “You can go back to town now if you want,” Tallie told her, and Brigitte said she was staying in Palm Springs for the weekend. She didn’t tell Tallie, but she had been planning to come back anyway, to spend the time with the young actor she was having the affair with. They were going to hide out together until Monday, although a few people already suspected their involvement, and Tallie had heard about it too. But she hadn’t said anything to Brigitte. Her sex life was her own business, and one of the perks she enjoyed about her work, an unlimited supply of young actors for her personal entertainment. Tallie never paid attention to it, nor acknowledged that she knew.
Tallie left quietly and drove off in the SUV, after telling the head writer to be sure and fax her the script changes at home over the weekend. She wasn’t in the mood, but she told herself she couldn’t get sloppy or lazy about work just because her home life was falling apart. She was always conscientious and diligent and disciplined, even if her heart was breaking.
It took her two hours to get back to the city, and she was at Margaret Simpson’s office on the dot of six o’clock. She had worn a torn T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of disreputable-looking old sneakers. It had never even occurred to her to dress for the appointment. She had too much on her mind to care, and she had come right from the set, and the investigator didn’t seem to notice. She noted silently how beautiful Tallie was and wondered if she dressed that way because she was so upset about her boyfriend and assistant, or because she was working. She didn’t know it was her personal style.
Meg was wearing a navy pantsuit with a white blouse, her long dark hair sleekly pulled back in a smooth ponytail, and very little makeup. She looked like a doctor or a lawyer, and it was easy to believe she had been an FBI agent. She had a very official way about her, and an air of authority. She was forty-two years old, and had been in private practice for ten years, since she’d left the FBI, gotten married, and had children. She had spent ten years in the FBI before that, she explained to Tallie, to assure her of her skills and credentials. But what Greg had told her was enough. Tallie trusted her completely.
Meg asked her a long list of questions about Hunt and Brigitte, mostly about the places they went and their personal habits. Tallie gave her the descriptions of their cars, and Hunt’s license plate number. She didn’t have Brigitte’s, but her car was distinctive, and would be easy to follow. And Meg knew how to get all the information she needed from the DMV. It wasn’t a problem. She had Brigitte’s home address from Tallie, and then Tallie remembered to tell Meg that Brigitte was planning to stay in Palm Springs for the weekend, with a man, she assumed. She gave her the names of the institutions where they both did their banking, the names of the two hotels that were on her credit card and Brigitte had signed for. And then she told her what Brigitte had told her about the young woman in Hunt’s office. She didn’t know her name. All she had to go on was what Brigitte knew about her. But it was more than enough for Meg to get started and assign private investigators to them. Tallie agreed that they were both to be under surveillance until further notice, whenever Meg felt she had enough information for Tallie to come to some conclusions.
Meg explained to Tallie what her rates were, which sounded reasonable. She had expected it to be expensive, and it was, but it was worth it to her. She wanted to know everything she could now. She suspected that the surveillance on Brigitte would be useless since her personal life and who she was sleeping with didn’t interest Tallie. It was Hunt she was concerned about. But she also told her about Brigitte’s history, the wealthy family in San Francisco, her trust fund, and all the perks she derived from being Tallie’s assistant, which made her even less likely to be stealing money. She had no reason to. And Brigitte received everything she could possibly need as gifts in the job, everything from designer clothes to jewelry and complimentary weekends at fancy hotels. Brigitte had as little need to steal from her as Hunt did, although she didn’t make nearly as much money, but Meg wanted to get all the background on them she could, in order to do a thorough investigation.
Tallie reminded her again before she left that her main focus of interest was Hunt, and whatever Meg could find out about another woman, and whether or not he was really having an affair. The missing money was important too, but harder to explain since neither of them had any reason to be stealing from her. It made no sense, but neither did his cheating, since they were happy. She wondered now if he had only stayed with her in order to protect the movies they made together. Maybe that was his only interest in her, and why he was having an affair. The whole thing was incredibly hurtful, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it as soon as she could. She knew that Meg wasn’t going to be able to tell her Hunt’s motivations, but at least she would know if he was involved with someone else, how long it had been going on, and how serious it was. She didn’t want to just trust Brigitte’s information. And Brigitte had told her two small lies initially about the hotels, although her lies where harmless, but they were lies.
Meg said she would get in touch with her, and call her to give her a progress report in a few days. Tallie trusted her complete discretion, and Meg looked reassuring as she walked Tallie out of her office. It was just after eight o’clock. Tallie wondered if Hunt was already at home, but didn’t want to call him. He hadn’t called her so far that evening. She had gotten a text from Brigitte saying that she hoped she had gotten home safely, and wishing her a nice weekend. Clearly, Brigitte was running scared, which saddened Tallie too. Her two most important relationships, other than her father and daughter, had taken heavy hits that week, possibly fatal ones. It remained to be seen in the coming days how great the damage was.
She felt numb as she left Meg’s office, and on the spur of the moment, she stopped at her father’s house on the way home. Amelia, his housekeeper, came in to take care of him during the daytime, and the rest of the time he still managed on his own. He had been a tall, handsome man in his youth, and looked a great deal like Tallie, but at eighty-five, riddled with arthritis, he appeared old and bent as he came to the door with his walker. But his eyes were as fiery and alive as they had ever been. His spirit was the same as it had been when he was in command of his cases in the courtroom. He looked worried when he opened the door to his daughter and saw how sad she looked.
“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he said, smiling at her, and moved his walker aside so she could come in. He had just finished the dinner that Amelia had left for him. He led a lonely life, was rarely able to get out, and a visit from her was always a treat. “What brings you here?”
“I was on my way home. How are you, Dad?” She leaned over to kiss his cheek and sat down in the living room with him. It pained her to see his struggle to lower himself onto the couch, and she worried about him too. Her worst fear was always that he would fall and hit his head or injure himself in some other way, but he was stubborn and insisted on living alone.
“I’m concerned about you. What have you found out about those spreadsheets I looked at?” They were a grave concern to him. If someone was stealing from her, the cash that seemed to have gone missing represented a great deal of money, and he knew how hard she worked for it. He had never been a rich man, but he had done well and was comfortable and had helped her whenever he could, particularly in the beginning, but her real success was only thanks to herself and her own hard work and enormous talent. He was immensely proud of her, and now her daughter Maxine. And he knew how thrilled Tallie’s mother would have been with her too. The look of pain in Tallie’s eyes as she gazed at him made his heart ache for her.
“I just hired a private investigator,” she answered him. She took a deep breath. “I don’t know anything yet. I hope I do soon. Right now, none of it makes any sense. Brigitte says that Hunt is involved with another woman. I’ve got some hotel bills they’re both lying about, although Brigitte finally confessed about that. And there’s no reason
