cb.coldheart canyon-第33章
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ith an extremely long…distance lens。 The headline read： Superstar Todd Pickett Buried in Secret Ceremony。 The magazine beneath had an unsmiling picture of Todd's ex…girlfriend； Wilhemina Bosch； and announced； as though from her grieving lips： 〃I never even had a chance to tell him good…bye。〃 And underneath； a third magazine boasted that it contained Todd Pickett's Last Words。 〃I saw Christ standing at his death…bed； claims nurse。〃 Burrows didn't bother with the others。
〃Who starts bullshit like this？〃
〃You tell me；〃 Todd replied。
〃I hope you're not implying that it was somebody in my surgery； because I assure you we've been vigorous…〃
〃Yeah； yeah； yeah；〃 Todd said。 〃You're not responsible for anything。 I know。 See？ I finally got smart。 I read the small print。〃
〃Frankly； I don't see where your problem lies。 All you'd have to do is make one call； tell them who you are； and the rumors would be laid to rest。〃
〃And what would he say？〃 Marco asked。
〃It's obvious。 He'd say： I'm Todd Pickett and I'm alive and well； thank you very much。〃
〃And then what？〃 Todd said。 〃When they want to e to take a photograph to confirm that everything's fine？ Or they want an interview； face…to…face。 Face。 To。 Face。 With this？〃
His face was presently unbandaged。 He stood up and went to the mirror。 〃I look like I went ten rounds with a heavyweight。〃
〃I can only assure you that the swelling is definitely going down。 It's just going to take time。 And the quality of the new epidermis is first…rate。 I believe you're going to be very pleased at the end of everything。〃
Todd said nothing for a moment。 Then； with a kind of simple sincerity he'd seldom…if ever…achieved in front of a camera； he turned and said to Burrows： 〃You know what I wish？〃 Burrows shook his head。 〃I wish I'd never laid eyes on you； you dickhead。〃
NINE
Tammy knew only a very few people in Los Angeles； all of them members of the Appreciation Society； but she decided not to alert anybody to the fact that she'd e into town。 They'd all want to help her with her investigations； and this was something she preferred to do alone； at least at the outset。
She checked herself into the little hotel on Wilshire Boulevard； within a few hundred yards of the Westwood Memorial Park； where a host of stars and almost…stars were buried or interred。 She'd made her rounds of the famous who rested there on her last visit。 Donna Reed and Natalie Wood were amongst them； so was Darryl F。 Zanuck and Oscar Levant。 But the Park's real claim to fame…the presence that brought sightseers from all over the world…was Marilyn Monroe； who was laid to rest in a bland concrete crypt distinguished only by the number of floral tributes it attracted。 The crypt beside it was still empty； kept…so it was said…for the mortal remains of Hugh Heffner。
Tammy had not much enjoyed her visit to the Park。 In fact it had depressed her a little。 She certainly had no intention of going back this time。 It was the living she was concerned with on this visit； not the dead。
When she was settled in she called Arnie； gave him her room number in case of emergency； and told him she'd be back in a couple of days at most。 She heard him pop a can of beer while she was talking…not； to judge by his slightly slurred speech； his first of the night。 He'd be fine without her； she thought。 Probably happier。
She ordered up some room…service food； and then sat plotting how she'd proceed the next day。 Her first line of enquiry would be the most direct： she'd go up to Todd's home in Bel Air and try to find out whether or not he was there。 His address was no secret。 In fact she had pictures of every room in the house； including the ensuite bathroom with the sunken tub； taken by the realtor when the house was still on the market； though of course it had been remodeled since and its layout had probably changed。 Of course； her chances of even getting to the front door…much less of seeing him…were remote。 But it would be foolish of her not to try。 Maybe she'd catch him going out for a jog； or spot him standing at a window。 Then all her concerns would be laid to rest and she would be able to go back to Sacramento happy； knowing that he was alive and well。
She'd hired a car at the airport； and had planned to drive up to Bel Air the evening she arrived； but after the hassles of the delayed flight she was simply too tired； so she went to bed at ten and rose bright and early。 The room service offered at the hotel was nothing special…and she liked a good breakfast…so she crossed over Wilshire and went into Westwood Village； found herself a diner； and ate heartily： scrambled eggs； bacon； hash browns； white toast and coffee。 While she ate she skimmed People and USA Today。 Both had pieces about the uping Oscars； which were now only three days away。 Todd had never won an Oscar （which Tammy believed to be absolute proof of the corruption of the Academy） but he'd been nominated four years ago for Lost Rites； one of his less popular pictures。 She'd been very proud of him： he'd done fine work in the movie and she'd thought he had a crack at winning。 Watching the ceremony had been nearly impossible。 Her heart had hammered so hard as Susan Sarandon； who'd been presenting the award； had fumbled with the envelope； Tammy thought she was going to pass out from anticipation before the winner was even named。 And then of course； Sarandon had named the winner； and it hadn't been Todd。 The cameras had been on him throughout the whole envelope…fumbling routine； and there'd been a moment between the naming of the winner and his applauding when his disappointment had been perfectly clear： at least to someone who knew the language of his face as well as Tammy。
She'd only seen one of the movies in this year's race； and she'd only gone to that because Tom Hanks was in it； and he seemed such a likable man。 She skimmed the articles rather than reading them； hoping maybe there'd be some reassuring mention of Todd。 But there was nothing。
Breakfast finished； she walked back to the hotel； left a message for Arnie at the airport； just to say all was fine； and then picked up a map at the front desk in case her sense of direction failed her。 Thus prepared； she set off for Todd's home。
It took twenty…five minutes driving through the heavy morning traffic to get up into the narrow； winding streets of Bel Air。 There wasn't much to see； most of the mansions were hidden behind high walls； bristling with spikes and video cameras。 But there was no doubting the fact that she was in a very select neighborhood。 The cars parked on the narrow thoroughfares were all expensive （in one spot she maneuvered past a coffee…and…cream Rolls Royce on the left and a red Porsche on the right）。 On another street she encountered some glamorously…hooded superstar out running； a black limo following close behind； presumably carrying the bottled water and the granola bars。
What must it be like； she wondered as she drove； to be so pampered and cosseted？ To know that if there was no toilet paper in the house； no ice cream in the freezer； then it was somebody else's damn job to go and get it。 Never to have to worry about taxes or mortgage payments。 Never to wake up at three in the morning and think： Who am I？ I'm nobody。 If I died tomorrow nobody would ready notice； nobody would really care。
Of course she knew there were plenty of responsibilities that came along with all this wealth and fort。 And they took their toll on some folks： it drove them to drink and drugs and adultery。 It was hard to be idolized and scrutinized。 But she'd never had much sympathy for the plainers。 So； people paid you millions to see you smile； and it made you feel inadequate。 Tough shit。
She found Todd's house readily enough。 There was no number； but she recognized the castellated wall and the square lamps on either side of the gate。 She drove on up the street； found a parking spot； and wandered back towards the house； trying to look as inconspicuous as any two hundred and three…pound woman in orange polyester pants could。 When she reached the gates she saw that there was a car parked in the driveway； twenty yards inside the gates； its trunk open。 There was no sign of anyo
