Trial Junkies

toward University Village. Less than twenty minutes later he was walking through that portal into the past, a knot in his stomach as he instinctively moved toward their old table in back.

He was halfway there when he heard a familiar voice behind him say, “Hey, stranger…” and a pair of hands grabbed hold of him and spun him around. And there was Ronnie, pulling him into a hug, the faint smell of lavender wafting off her skin as she kissed his cheek.

Then she held him at arm's length, looking at him with tear-stained eyes. 'I thought you might've chickened out and caught the next flight back to L.A.'

'No such luck,' he told her. 'In fact, I may even stick around for a couple days.'

The thought hadn't really occurred to him until that very moment, but seeing The Monkey House after all these years made him realize just how much he missed living here.

Seeing Ronnie may have had something to do with it as well.

'Hell of a thing, isn't it?' she said.

Hutch assumed she was talking about Jenny. 'She didn't deserve it. Not this.'

'Who does?'

'The guy who did it to her, that's who. I'm not usually vindictive, but I'd like five minutes alone with the bastard.'

'Assuming they ever catch him.'

Hutch's eyebrows went up. 'I thought they had a suspect?'

She shrugged. 'Depends on who you ask. They're working on some leads, but I figure something like this, it's gotta be some kind of serial killer. And if Jenny was a random victim, how the hell will they ever find him?'

'Please don't say that. You don't know how badly I need them to catch this guy.'

Ronnie's eyes teared up again and she gave him another hug. 'Oh, Hutch, you poor thing. Don't even listen to me, okay? Nobody else does.'

'Then who do I listen to? Matt? Is he still with the Post?'

'Last I heard, although they're cutting staff like crazy.'

Hutch pulled away from her. 'Is he coming by tonight?'

She nodded. 'They're parking the car. I rode over with him and Andy.'

'That must've been an interesting trip.'

She grinned. 'Did you feel your ears burning?'

'No. Should I have?'

'Let's just say your name came up once or twice.'

'But in a good way, right?'

Her grin widened. 'You really want me to lie?'

Maybe he did. Maybe he wanted her to tell him that he was still well loved by all his old friends, because thinking that might make him believe that coming here hadn't been a mistake. 'So how many times was the term 'jerk off' used?'

'We're talking about Matt and Andy, so use your imagination.' She gave his arm a squeeze and said, 'God, it's good to see you. Come on, let's go grab our old table before the young'ns do.'

'Young'ns?'

She gestured. 'I don't know if you noticed, but we're senior citizens around here.'

She grinned again, then moved through the crowd, pulling him along with her. He got a few surprised stares along the way, but he ignored them and let Ronnie drag him to the back of the bar where the old table was miraculously empty.

Then he saw the RESERVED sign and realized someone had called ahead.

'Thank God for Nadine,' Ronnie said, then slid onto a chair and patted the one next to her. 'Don't think you're getting away from me for the rest of the night.'

Hutch wasn't sure he wanted to. He was relieved to discover that Ronnie and he had slipped quite easily into their old personas, the camaraderie between them familiar and comfortable. If he hadn't been obsessing over Jenny, he might have noticed how attractive she'd grown over the last few years.

Maybe he did anyway.

But before he could sit down they were suddenly assaulted by two fast-moving figures, the first of which- Andy McKenna-slid onto the chair that Hutch was about to occupy. 'Sorry, dude, this is my spot.'

Ronnie tried to shove him away. 'Jesus, Andy, do you always have to be so rude?'

'You don't want to sit next to me?'

'I'd rather sit next to somebody civilized, thank you.'

Andy looked at Hutch. 'You see how it is? Without the movie star looks, all I get is the cold shoulder.'

What Hutch saw was that nothing had changed. Andy McKenna, God love him, was just as boorish as he'd always been. The only reason anyone had ever tolerated him was because he was Matt's best friend, and everyone loved Matt.

Speaking of whom, Matt himself scraped a chair back and sat across from Andy, telling him to 'Quit being a douche, all right?' Then he looked at Hutch and nodded his head toward the chair next to him. 'Have a seat, stranger. It's good to see you.'

In light of his conversation with Ronnie, Hutch wasn't sure how sincere the words were, but he told himself to take them at face value. They shook hands and he sat down. 'How've you guys been?'

Andy shrugged. 'How do you think? I'm stuck in a cubicle all day. Ain't like I'm rolling around in the sheets with a hottie-of-the-month like Gina Wakefield.'

Hutch had expected comments like this. The sheets in question had been on a Paramount sound stage, surrounded by a lighting crew, a continuity girl, a DP and an obsessive-compulsive director who had no idea what he was doing. Oh, and most of the shots had involved a body double named Bridget whose voice was so high and whiny it was like a knife to the skull. But Hutch didn't bother to point that out.

Ronnie frowned. 'Jeez, Andy, can't you dial it back for just a few minutes?'

'Buy me a drink, hot stuff, and I'll do whatever you want.' Then he turned to Hutch, a sullen look on his face. 'I've got a bone to pick with you, Hutchinson.'

Here we go. 'Oh? Why's that?'

'I sent you a script about a year back, and you never said a word. If it sucks, it sucks, but you could at least give me the courtesy of picking up the phone and telling me.'

Matt said, 'Give it a rest, Shakespeare. This little soiree isn't about you.'

'No, no,' Hutch said, 'that's okay.' He looked at Andy. 'Thing is, this is news to me. Where did you send it?'

'To your agent, with a nice little note telling her I'm a friend of yours.'

Hutch frowned. 'Do you realize how many emails my agent gets every week from so-called friends of mine? I have a two-minute conversation with a car wash attendant and we're suddenly long lost buddies.'

'So?'

'So I never got it. And knowing my agent, it went straight into her trash folder.'

'What the hell kind of agent is that?'

'The kind who's trying to protect him,' Ronnie said, 'from morons like you.'

Andy shot her a look and Hutch asked, 'So do you still want me to read this thing?'

Andy's eyes brightened. 'Hell, yeah.'

Hutch hadn't known the guy was a closet writer, and was skeptical that the script would be any good. Ninety percent of the screenplays that managed to get past his agent were complete dreck. But it wouldn't kill him to take a look. 'I'm thinking I might stick around for a couple days, so if you can get it to me before I leave…'

'Are you serious?'

'Absolutely.'

Andy stood up. 'Hell, I'll go get it right now.'

'Oh, for chrissakes,' Matt said, 'give the guy a break. You can email it to him later.'

'I'm like six blocks from here. I'll pop it on a thumb drive and be back before you finish your first drink.'

There was a sudden desperate eagerness to Andy's demeanor that made it impossible to discourage him.