the person I’ve trusted most in the world for seventeen years, but I also just discovered that she lied to me, and… uh… ah… she did some other things that have caused me to no longer trust her. I don’t know what to think, but Meg says I should check it out.”
“What kind of other things? Like theft?” He was being businesslike and thorough, like a doctor asking for her symptoms, and Tallie hesitated before she answered.
“No, of a more personal nature, but it makes me question everything now.”
“I understand. Would you like me to come out and see you this week?” he offered, and she sounded flustered again.
“I would. I’m actually shooting on location, in Palm Springs right now, but I’ll juggle my schedule and come in.” He was the FBI after all. “Just tell me when and I’ll work it out. I come home on most weekends anyway, and some nights. It’s no problem to drive in.” He felt sorry for her, she had a sad voice, and she was upset. He wondered what had happened, other than the money she’d lost. She sounded devastated.
“Are you in L.A. now?” he asked her.
“Yes, I am, till Monday morning. Or maybe I can go in late on Monday, and see you then.”
“Would it work for you if I come over tomorrow?” he offered, and she sounded relieved when she answered.
“That would be great, if you don’t mind seeing me on a Sunday.”
“That’s fine.” He knew Bobby had plans the next day, and he wouldn’t be seeing him till dinner. “How about eleven A.M.?”
“That would be perfect,” she said, sounding grateful again. “Really, thank you for seeing me on a Sunday… I’m sorry to bother you with this… maybe it’s nothing… and it might not even be my assistant. Maybe it’s all a big mistake.” She was embarrassed to be calling the FBI, but Meg had said she should.
“We’ll figure it out, and that’s a lot of money, if you’ve lost twenty-five thousand a month for three years. Don’t apologize. This is what we do.” He was calm and reassuring and very professional.
“Thank you… I really appreciate it.” Her noice was very small.
“Do you have any paperwork on it that I can look at?” he asked her, and she remembered the spreadsheet she had given her father. He still had it, and she could pick it up from him.
“Yes, I do. I have a spreadsheet, and my accountant has all the books. We just had an audit, for an investor.” She had already told him that and forgotten. She was obviously distracted, but most people were if they thought they’d been embezzled. He couldn’t know that she was also in a state of shock that her relationship with Hunt had ended. She gave him her address then, thanked him, and they hung up. And Jim called Meg Simpson after that. She was just about to go out with her husband and kids.
“Your client called me,” Jim told her quickly, so as not to delay her unduly. He could hear her children in the background and her husband telling her to hurry up. “I just called her back.”
“Tallie Jones?”
“Yeah. Moron that I am, I had no idea who she was until she told me she’s a director. You and your Hollywood clients. Why didn’t you warn me so I didn’t make an ass of myself?” he teased her, and she laughed.
“How could I know you’ve become a shut-in and don’t go to movies? What rock do you live under these days?”
“I’m busy with the boys, or with Bobby anyway. Josh is away in college.”
“How depressing. I remember when they were born.”
“Yeah, me too,” he said, sounding wistful for a minute. He and Jeannie had been so happy then.
“She needs your help.” She was talking about Tallie again. “She’s pretty shaken up. I gave her a heavy dose of bad news. Her boyfriend is cheating on her, and apparently before that he slept with her assistant, whom she considers her best friend and who has worked for her for seventeen years. And she may be stealing money from her too. Nice people. People in her position are such targets for every kind of bad behavior, exploitation, and theft. I hated to tell her, but that’s why she came to me. I think the money theft is serious, and you should give it a good look.”
“You think it’s the boyfriend?”
“I doubt it. He’s rolling in dough. He doesn’t need her money even if the guy is a shit.”
“She said something about his moving out yesterday.”
“That’s new,” Meg told him. “It must have happened after she left my office, with a folder full of photographs of him and his new girlfriend. As far as the money goes, I think it’s the accountant or the assistant. Or God knows who else, other people may have access that I don’t know about. She hired me mostly to check out the boyfriend, and figure out if her assistant had gone to a hotel and charged it to her. She did-with him.”
“No wonder she sounded like she’d been hit over the head with a hammer. I don’t know how you tell people stuff like that. All I do is tell them they’re going to jail.” It was more complicated than that, and they both knew it, but he did admire the work she did. Meg was smart and thorough, and worked fast. He had really missed her when she left. And if he ever left the Bureau, which he had no intention of doing for the moment, he would go to work with her in a flash. She was still hoping he would one day.
“Are you seeing her?” Meg asked as her husband shouted again that they were late, and Jim could hear a child crying. It sounded like a normal family Saturday to him, and made him miss his wife even more.
“I’m going over to her house tomorrow.”
“Good. I’m glad she called you. Be nice to her. She’s having a tough time.”
“I’m always nice,” he laughed at Meg. “I’ll let you know what happens.”
“Fine. Take care.” And then she rushed off the phone to go out with her husband and kids, and Jim sat thinking for a minute, about everything Meg had said about Tallie. It sounded to him like she had gotten a raw deal from the boyfriend and her assistant, and was being embezzled on top of it. Without even knowing her, he felt badly for her.
Tallie called her father after speaking to the FBI agent. She wanted to get the spreadsheet back from him that Victor had prepared, and she told him that she wanted to pick it up, which Sam said was fine. She didn’t say anything about Hunt, but when he saw her that afternoon when she came by the house, he was shocked. She looked awful and like she’d been through the wars. She was deathly pale and there were dark circles under eyes.
“Are you okay?” He was genuinely worried about her.
“I’m just tired.”
“What’s wrong?” He knew her better than that, and before she could stop herself, she was crying and told him about Hunt. Sam was furious when he heard. Hunt had cheated on her with not just one woman but two? And what was wrong with Brigitte? How could she do a thing like that to her employer and friend? He was disgusted with them both, and sorry for Tallie. It was a terrible blow. “Men are such fools sometimes,” he said as he hugged his daughter, and then handed her the spreadsheet she had come for. “What a stupid, rotten thing for him to do. And I always liked the guy. What a dishonest little shit.” He was livid, and Tallie laughed through her tears.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I think too.”
“What are you doing about Brigitte?”
“I don’t know yet. The investigator I used told me to call the FBI and have them check it out. An agent is coming over tomorrow, which is why I want the spreadsheet, to give to him. I don’t know if Brigitte is taking the money or not, but she slept with Hunt for three years, so I guess that’s grounds to fire her. I just haven’t had the heart to deal with it yet. I’m still reeling over Hunt. He moved out last night.”
“Does Max know?” He looked worried, and Tallie was too.
“I haven’t told her yet. It’s all a little fresh. I just found out at four o’clock yesterday afternoon. His girlfriend is pregnant on top of it, so I guess they’re getting married. I asked him if he’d give her up, and he wouldn’t. So that’s that.” She tried to sound blithe about it, and failed abysmally. She looked and sounded devastated, and she was. But they both knew that Max had adored him, and it would be a terrible shock to her too.
“What are you going to do about your next movie with him?” This touched on so many areas of her life. Her father was genuinely concerned.
“I won’t do it. I told him that last night. I couldn’t work with him now. I’ll finish this one, and that’s it. End of a partnership and a romance.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” her father said, touching her cheek with his gnarled hand. “You two were good together, in a lot of ways. You didn’t deserve this to happen. I guess he wasn’t the man we thought he was, if he cheated on you
