everything that had happened.
“Of course. Next time the shit hits the fan, don’t wait to tell me,” Max admonished. She had written an e-mail to Hunt, and shown it to her mother, telling him how disappointing and dishonest he was, and she felt better after she wrote it. Tallie was touched by what she’d said. Max was totally let down by him. And she had nothing to say to Brigitte. At least Hunt hadn’t stolen anything from her mom, except her time and trust. But Max thought what he had done was terrible too, he had turned out to be a liar and a cheat and she’d told him that she never wanted to see him again, so it was a loss for her too. And she wanted nothing to do with his new girlfriend and the baby. He was fired. And she told him what he’d done to her mother was unforgivable. And in a strange way, the losses they shared had brought them closer to each other in the past week. And Max was coming home soon.
Tallie didn’t hear anything from Jim for the first few days she was back in L.A. She was working hard on the set, trying to bring the film in on time, and she was almost there. They had a heat wave, and everyone complained about the long hours she was insisting they work. And much to her surprise, she heard nothing from Brigitte after she got Greg Thomas’s e-mail, letting her go. She sent nothing to Tallie, not a text or an e-mail or a letter, no apology, no regrets, no remorse, no sadness over the friendship they had lost and the seventeen years that had gone up in smoke. Just silence. Tallie’s father said he wasn’t surprised.
“I’m not sure people like that ever feel remorse,” he said when Tallie dropped by one night on the way home. It was late, it was ten o’clock, and she had been on the set since six that morning. “I think the kind of flawed character that allows someone to lie and steal like that has no empathy for the people they hurt. They just turn the page and go on,” her father said wisely. He looked better again when she got back from New York, and he seemed to have more energy than he’d had in a while, and Tallie was relieved.
“I think you’re right, Dad,” she said sadly. She had expected to hear something from her. She also told him all about the time she’d spent with Max in New York, and he loved to hear about it. Max called him once a week, but occasionally she forgot when she was busy, and he called her. He was excited about Max coming home before summer school, and so was Tallie.
It was another week before she had a message from Jim Kingston on her phone, and she called him back as soon as she saw it.
“Anything new?” she asked anxiously, and he sounded very calm when he answered.
“Yes. Jack and I arrested her this afternoon. She’s in custody tonight, and she’s being arraigned tomorrow.” After waiting months for this, her heart fluttered when she heard it. She felt ghoulish being excited about it, but she was. She wanted closure, but that was still a long way away. This was just the beginning of all the official procedures.
“How did it go? Was she freaked out?”
“No, not at all. She was very calm and extremely pissed.” He didn’t sound surprised, but Tallie was. That wasn’t the reaction she’d expected. She thought Brigitte would be scared when she was finally caught, maybe hysterical and crying.
“Do you think she expected it?”
“No. I think she thought she had gotten away with it. I think she thinks she still will. She thinks she’s very clever. Now she has to get an attorney and defend herself,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Do you think the judge will keep her in jail?” Tallie asked hopefully.
“No. She’ll be out on bail or her own recognizance tomorrow, after she pleads at the arraignment.” She was going to plead not guilty, of course. Even if she pleaded guilty later in some kind of deal with the U.S. attorney to reduce her sentence, no one ever pleaded guilty at the arraignment. “How was your trip to New York?” He hadn’t spoken to her since.
“Nice. I had a great time with my daughter.” She sounded happy when she said it.
“How did she take all this news?”
“She was shocked, and very disappointed in both of them. She loved them both, and she’s known Brig since she was a baby. At first she couldn’t believe it.” But neither could Tallie, he knew. “Then we got our minds off it and had a lot of fun.”
“I’m glad. You deserve it. I’ll let you know when she gets out after the arraignment.” But there was nothing more for Tallie to do. Now the U.S. attorney assigned to it had to build their case over the next many months and go to trial, and Tallie would be a witness, as the victim. That was her official role in the whole sordid affair.
Jim called her again the following afternoon, and told her that Brigitte had given the deed to her house as a bond in lieu of bail, and she had been released. So she hadn’t gotten off scot-free, but she was out of jail.
“Be a little bit careful,” he told Tallie. “You don’t have to be paranoid, just be alert. She probably wouldn’t do it, but you don’t want a confrontation with her at this point.”
“No, I don’t. How was she in court?”
“Cool, arrogant, and rude,” he said, which stunned Tallie, but not him. “Nature of the beast. She acted like the whole thing was an imposition, and she talked down to the judge.”
“Did he react to it?” Tallie asked in fascination.
“No, he’s used to it. It probably hasn’t sunk in yet that she’s not getting out of this. She thinks she’s still in control, and she kept saying ‘Do you know who I am?’ ” It was what Jim had suspected about her from the beginning. She thought she was the celebrity and the star. She thought she was Tallie, or who Tallie would be if she chose to act like a star, which she didn’t. Brigitte’s sense of entitlement oozed from her pores, and was offensive. “She’s being charged with four counts of embezzlement, fraud and wire fraud, and tax evasion, as I suspected. She’s in deep shit now, but she hasn’t accepted that yet. She’ll be a lot less grand when she’s in prison cleaning toilets.” The image he conjured up made Tallie shudder. It was all too real, and she couldn’t imagine Brigitte there for a minute. “It’ll probably wind up in the press fairly soon,” Jim warned her, “because you’re listed as the victim. When the reporters see that, they’re going to be calling you.”
“I have nothing to say,” she said calmly.
“That won’t stop them.” They both knew that was true.
“I’m glad Max isn’t here.” Tallie called her that night, though, and told her. She wasn’t keeping secrets from her anymore now that she knew the story. And they talked about it for a while. It was still so shocking to both of them and nearly impossible to believe.
The next morning, Tallie realized that that would be the last she’d hear about it for the next many months. It wouldn’t go to trial until the following year. The wheels would move slowly, the government would build their case, and in a long, long time it would be over. It seemed to take an eternity for criminal cases to be put to rest. And she talked to Greg Thomas about it the day after. He was preparing their civil suit, which would also take about a year before it went to court. It was frustrating and like watching paint dry it was so slow. She complained to her father about how slow the process was, and he reminded her that that was the way the law worked, and Tallie wasn’t going to change that, no matter how frustrated or impatient she was.
Tallie hadn’t hired a new assistant. After everything that had happened with Brigitte, she didn’t want to, at least not yet. It made more work for her, but she was more comfortable doing it herself.
She was sitting in her kitchen, paying a stack of bills, when her cell phone rang on Saturday, and she answered it without looking at who it was, and her heart nearly stopped when she heard a familiar voice. It was Brigitte. She sounded matter-of-fact and ice cold.
“I want to pick up some things I left at your house,” she said to Tallie without preamble. Her voice was cold, without apology or explanation of what she’d done.
“There’s nothing of yours here,” Tallie said calmly, but her heart was pounding. She wondered if Brigitte was going to say anything about getting arrested. But she knew Brigitte couldn’t get in. Greg Thomas had had her locks changed when she was in New York, and she was glad he had.
“I left a briefcase with some papers in it, in the downstairs hall closet,” Brigitte said in a determined tone.
“I’ll send it to you,” Tallie said, sounding firm.
“I want it now,” Brigitte said, and her tone was degenerating rapidly to a high pitch.
“I’m not home,” Tallie lied, beginning to feel uncomfortable about the call, and she remembered Jim’s warning to be alert and cautious.
“Yes, you are. I’m standing outside your front door,” Brigitte said, and the word that came instantly to Tallie’s
