Jane Goes Batty (20 page)

This was easier said than done. In addition to worrying about her vampire charge, she couldn’t stop thinking about her lunch with Jessica Abernathy and Posey Frost. Nor could she forget what she’d seen in Walter’s house. Beverly Shrop and Miriam knew about her and Byron. But how? And what were they planning
to do?
Nothing good
, Jane thought as they exited the shopping center parking lot and Byron turned the car toward the film site.

Suddenly she remembered something very important. “I forgot to tell you,” Jane said to Byron. “Guess who Jessica Abernathy’s sorority sister is.”

“Someone I know?” Byron asked.

Jane nodded. “An old friend of ours,” she said. “Violet Grey.”

“How is that possible?” Byron said. “Violet must be—”

“One hundred and fifty-six,” said Jane. “Thirty-eight when she was turned.”

“That seems a bit old to pass herself off as a schoolgirl,” Byron remarked.

“Yes, it does,” Jane agreed. “I’m sure she disguised herself. She’s a wretched novelist, but she always did have a hand with the powders and paints. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d done herself up as a goth and run about in lots of black eyeliner and pancake makeup. No one would know
who
was under there.”

“Violet Grey,” Ted said. “Isn’t that the name Charlo—”

“Yes,” Jane and Byron said in unison.

“We don’t say her name unless we have to,” Byron told the young man. “Like Old Nick.”

“Or Voldemort,” added Jane.

“But yes, that is the personage of whom Jane is speaking,” Byron said stiffly.

“And what has she done?” Ned asked.

“Just caused a spot of bother,” said Jane. “Again.” She looked out the window. “I really do wish we’d killed her when we had the chance,” she mused.

“There’s the bloodthirsty Jane I’ve been waiting to see,” Byron said happily.

“Shut up,” Jane said. “But it’s true. Things would be easier if we’d been more … comprehensive in our last attack.”

“We have bigger things to worry about right now,” Byron reminded her as he turned the car onto a side street and pulled over. “Stay here,” he ordered Ned as he and Jane opened their doors and got out.

Jane met him at the trunk, which he opened with a double click of the key fob. The lid rose slowly, revealing Chloe inside. She was lying on her side, her hands tied behind her, and there was a piece of duct tape across her mouth. Byron reached down and pulled the tape away in one quick movement.

“Santa’s ball hair!” Chloe yelled. “That hurt!”

“I’m sorry,” said Byron as he reached behind the girl and untied her hands. “It was for your own good.”

Chloe scrambled out of the trunk as Byron offered her his hand. When she was standing on solid ground she looked at Jane. “I know you. You’re the writer lady.”

“I’m pleased you remember,” said Jane, eyeing the girl with distaste. She hadn’t noticed before how vulgar Chloe’s outfit was. It revealed entirely too much midriff.

“Is she a vampire too?” Chloe asked, speaking to Byron.

Byron nodded as he closed the trunk. “She’s also fully capable of understanding what you’re saying, so feel free to speak directly to her.”

Chloe was peering through the car window. “Hey!” she said. “That’s the dude who bit me!” She scrabbled at the door handle, trying to get inside, but Byron locked the doors with a click of the fob. Inside the car, Ted was leaning away from the window, watching Chloe with an expression of terror on his face.

“I want to bite him!” Chloe shouted, banging on the glass with her fists. “Open the door!”

Jane looked at Byron. “I see this is going to be loads of fun,” she said.

Byron took Chloe by the wrist and pulled her away from the car. “That’s not the boy,” he told her. “It’s his brother.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Chloe snapped. “If they’re twins, I’m sure they’ll taste the same.”

Byron put his hand on her chin and turned her head so that she was looking into his eyes. “Listen to me,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “It’s very important that you remain calm. I’m going to go find Ned. You’re going to go with Jane and do what you’ve been hired to do. Do you understand?”

Chloe nodded slowly as the glamor took effect.

“Good,” Byron said, releasing her. He turned to Jane. “If she misbehaves, stake her.”

A look of horror passed over Chloe’s face as Jane nodded. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?” the girl asked.

“In a heartbeat,” said Jane, trying to sound as if she meant it.

Byron got into the car and drove away, leaving Jane alone with her charge. “All right,” she said. “The plan is very simple. We’re going to go back to your trailer. Everyone thinks you’ve been in there resting after a fainting spell. You’re going to let them go right on thinking that. You’ll do whatever it is you’re supposed to do today, and then tonight we’ll discuss what comes next.”

“So, did I become a vampire because that guy bit me?” Chloe asked as they walked.

“Not entirely,” said Jane.

“Then how did it happen?” the girl said.

“It’s complicated,” Jane replied. “We’ll talk more about it later.”

“And I really
am
a vampire, right?” said Chloe. “I mean, this isn’t some kind of joke is it? Because if I’m being punked, I’m going to be really pissed off.”

“You’re not being punked,” Jane assured her. “Whatever that is. This is very serious. Although I must tell you, you’re taking it rather well.”

Chloe shrugged. “I played a vampire on
High Stakes
once,” she said. “You know, that show about vampires who run a casino
in Vegas. I’m used to it. Besides, now I never have to worry about turning forty and not getting parts. I’ll always be young and pretty. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

“Be that as it may,” said Jane, “there are a lot of things you’re going to have to learn.”

They were approaching the film site. It was crawling with people, and Jane was hopeful that they might actually get to Chloe’s trailer without being seen. Then, to her horror, she saw approaching them the trio of Julia Baxter, Jessica Abernathy, and Shirley.

“There you are,” Julia said to Chloe. She looked at Jane. “Is she feeling better?”

“I’m fine,” Chloe told the director. “I just fainted or whatever.”

“Come with me,” said Julia, taking the girl by the hand. “We need to get you into hair and makeup. And I want to talk to you about your scene. I think you …”

Her voice trailed off, and Jane found herself faced with Shirley and Jessica. “I’m sorry I had to leave our lunch so precipitously,” she said. “There was a bit of an emergency.”

“So we heard,” said Jessica. “Listen, I spoke with Kelly and Julia, and everything is set. Shirley will work on any changes Julia wants in the script, and you’re free to write that novel I’ve been waiting for.”

“Well, you seem to have it all worked out,” Jane said sharply. Now that Jessica had laid all her cards on the table, Jane no longer felt compelled to adhere as strictly to rules of polite conversation as she normally would. Besides, she intended to call Kelly as soon as she could and straighten things out.

Jessica smiled. “I guess I have,” she said. “Isn’t it wonderful when everything works out for the best?” A chirping sound filled the air, and Jessica reached into her handbag. “Excuse me,” she said as she removed a cellphone. “I need to take this.”

The editor walked off, leaving Jane and Shirley alone. As soon as Jessica was out of earshot Shirley said, “I’m really sorry. I had
no idea that Jessica did all of this behind your back. I never would have agreed if I’d known.”

“Oh, it’s all right,” said Jane. “I really didn’t want to work on the script anyway. And she’s right that I need to get this book written. Maybe it really is all for the best.”

“Don’t count on it,” Shirley said.

Jane looked at her, surprised. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Shirley snorted. “Jessica edited my first book,” she said. “I didn’t even have an agent then. I sent the manuscript in blind. Anyway, Jessica bought it. I was so excited. I thought this was going to be my big break.”

“Wasn’t it?” asked Jane. “That book did very well.”

“It did,” Shirley agreed. “And do you know how much I was paid for it?”

Jane didn’t want to ask. She assumed the amount was obscene.

“Five hundred dollars,” Shirley said.

Jane gasped. “But surely the royalties made up for that,” she said.

Shirley shook her head. “It was a work-for-hire contract. No royalties. Jessica told me it’s what all publishers did with first-time authors. What did I know? Until then I’d only ever published in my garden club’s newsletter.”

Jane was appalled. “What did you do when you found out she’d lied to you?”

Shirley shrugged. “I didn’t find out until the book was on the bestseller list and another writer friend asked what I was going to do with all the money coming in. By then the damage was done. But I got myself an agent
and
a new editor.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you still friends with her?” said Jane.

“Oh, we’re not friends,” Shirley said. “I trust her about as much as I trust a rabid dog. The only reason she hooked me up
with this project is because I know a few things she doesn’t want her husband to know about.”

“You’re blackmailing her?” Jane said, thrilled by the prospect.

Shirley laughed. “I prefer to think of it as making her pay for her sins,” she said. “Our deal is that at least once a year she finds me easy work for big money. Working on scripts. Ghosting celebrity bios. Whatever. In return I don’t send her husband a certain set of photographs I had a private detective take of her and someone who isn’t her husband in room 1287 of the London Hilton.”

Jane shook her head.

“I know,” said Shirley. “I’m supposed to channel my anger into my work. Can I help it if I prefer good old-fashioned extortion?”

Jane laughed. “It isn’t that,” she said. “I just can’t believe someone as horrible as she is has a husband.”

This time Shirley laughed along with her. When they were through Jane said, “How come you’re telling me this? Aren’t you afraid of
your
secret getting out?”

“I can read people,” Shirley said. “You’re one of the good ones. You won’t say anything. Besides, I feel bad taking this job from you. I figure it’s a trade. I take your job, and you have information that could ruin my life. Seems fair to me.”

“As I said, it’s not really important to me,” said Jane. “I just don’t like being bullied, especially by someone who resembles a praying mantis in heels.”

“I can always get you a set of those pictures,” Shirley said, grinning.

“I might just take you up on that someday,” said Jane, watching as Chloe emerged from a trailer and stormed toward the set. “Right now, though, I have to do some babysitting.”

K
EEPING AN EYE ON
C
HLOE PROVED TO BE MORE DIFFICULT A TASK
than Jane had anticipated. She had assumed that the actress would be before the cameras for most of the day, making it relatively easy to know where she was and what she was doing. However, she had failed to take into account the enormous amount of time between shots when the actors were doing absolutely nothing. Five minutes of acting were followed by half an hour of fussing with hair and makeup, worrying about the angle of the sun, trying to locate wayward assistants (everyone had an assistant, even the assistants), and trying to coordinate the half dozen pedestrians, bicyclists, and dog walkers who were required to move in and out of the frame while the actors spoke their lines.

In short, it was all very tedious, and Jane quickly became bored. This was a disappointment to her, as she’d expected the making of a film to be endlessly thrilling. She said as much to Chloe during one of the breaks, while the two of them sat in Chloe’s trailer and Chloe chain-smoked a pack of Marlboro Lights.

“I know, right?” Chloe said as she lit a new cigarette from the butt of the one she’d just finished. “I thought the same thing about making records. But you know what you do? You stand in this glass box and sing the same line two thousand times. You
don’t even sing a whole song at once. You know my song ‘Primitive,’ right?”

Jane nodded, although she had no idea what the girl was talking about.

“I recorded that in, like, four different places,” said Chloe. “Mostly on the tour bus between gigs on my last tour. And the parts that Monkee Bidness raps? He did those over the phone from
jail.
” She inhaled, then blew the smoke out in one long blast. “This is pretty much the same.”

“Then how do you stay in character?” Jane asked her.

Chloe looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“Your character,” said Jane. “Barbara Wexley.”

“Is that her name?” Chloe said. “It just says Chloe in the script. How did you know what she’s called?”

“I wrote the novel,” Jane told her, trying to mask her shock at the girl’s ignorance. “The one the movie is based on,” she added when Chloe seemed not to understand her meaning.

“It’s based on a book?” said Chloe. “No wonder my agent wanted me to be in it. It will make me look smarter.”

Smarter than what?
Jane wondered. She decided to abandon the topic of Chloe’s ability to remain in character despite constant distraction. Unfortunately, the only other topic in which they both had any interest was a more painful one.