Coldheart Canyon (55 page)

Jerry stayed two or three steps behind Katya as she crossed the room, so he was able to see the range of responses her presence created. Envy, more than anything: particularly on the faces of women who assumed they were Katya’s contemporaries. Who was this woman who was as young as or
younger
than they were,
prettier
than they were, getting all the attention they should have been getting?

On the faces of the young men, there were similar questions being silently asked. Why is this damn woman more perfect than I am? Why does she have more eyes undressing her than I do? Then there was that other contingent of young men who were simply calculating their chances of getting across the room to her side with a drink or a witty pick-up line before the opposition.

Katya played it perfectly. She was careful not to lock eyes with anyone, so that she didn’t get caught up in a conversation she wanted no part of.

She looked back at Jerry, who pointed on across the room toward Todd.

And there he was, standing on the patio with Maxine. They were in the midst of what looked to be a very unpleasant exchange. She was shaking her head, turning away from him; he was following her, poking her in the shoulder like a kid who’s not getting his mother’s full attention.

She ignored his importuning, and headed down a flight of stairs, which led off the other side of the patio, down onto the beach.

The argument between Todd and Maxine had not gone unnoticed by the other occupants of the room. Ever since Todd’s appearance at the party, all other subjects of whispered conversation had fallen by the wayside. It was Pickett the guests were talking about. They were chiefly debating his wounded appearance, of course, but now they were also discussing the way he stumbled in angry pursuit of Maxine, and the subject of their exchange, which had unfortunately now been taken out of ear-shot.

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between her and the patio door, maneuvered her way around a waiter and a sofa, and headed outside.

The wind had got up a little since she and Todd had arrived. It blew off the ocean, bringing with it the sound of raised voices. Tammy heard Maxine’s voice first. She was demanding to know how Todd
dared
show his face—

Tammy crossed the patio to see if she could get a look at Todd. Did he need her help or not? As she approached the wooden railing an officious little man, with the improbable face of an ill-tempered troll, got in her way. “Excuse me, but who the hell
are
you?”

“I’m a friend of Todd’s. Are you the maître d’?”

There was a barely-suppressed guffaw from one corner of the patio.

Tammy glanced round to see a young man, almost as well dressed as the troll, composing his face.

“My name’s Gary Eppstadt. I’m the Head of Paramount.”

“Oh,” Tammy said. “So?”

“So,
you
obviously don’t belong on this patio.”

“In point of fact, I think she
did
come with Todd,” said another onlooker, a woman in black, who was lounging against the railing as she sipped her cocktail.

Eppstadt looked Tammy up and down as though he were assessing a particularly unappealing heifer. The nakedness of his look so infuriated her that she simply shoved him out of her way and went to the railing.

“Get security,” Eppstadt said. “I want this bitch thrown out or I shall lodge a charge of assault.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Gary,” the woman said, “you’re making a fool of yourself.”

Only now did Tammy recognize the woman’s soft drawl. It was Faye Dunaway. Her weary glance fell momentarily on Tammy. “She’s not doing any harm,” Faye went on. “Go inside and get yourself a drink.”

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promptly threw it straight back. Then he snapped at one of the three younger men doomed to be out here on the patio at the same time.

“Christian?”

“Yes, sir?”

“What did I just say?”

“That . . . you wanted security, sir?”

“And what are you doing?”

“Going to get them,” the man said, hurrying away.

“Christ!” Dunaway murmured. “Didn’t you hear what I said? She came in with Todd.”

“Well she doesn’t belong in here,” Eppstadt said. “With him or without him. She’s up to no good. Mind you, so’s he. He wasn’t invited either. I should have security cart him away too.”

Tammy turned from her spot at the railings.

“What
is
your problem?” she said. “This is nothing to do with you.”

“Where the fuck did you come from?” he asked. “You look like a street-person. Is this Todd’s idea of a joke? Bringing a street-person in here?”

“Who are you, honey?”

“My name’s Tammy Lauper, and I’m a friend of Todd’s.”

Eppstadt cut in here. “Friend in the sense of—?”

“Friend as in friend,” Tammy said. “Todd’s been going through some hard times recently.”

“No? Do tell.”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty—”

“He’s working you, honey,” Faye said. “He knows all about the bad surgery. The whole town does.”

“As it happens I suggested the surgeon,” Eppstadt said. “Bruce Burrows. He normally does first-rate work. Didn’t he do some for you, Faye?”

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Todd. That boy used to be damn-near perfect. The way Warren was perfect fifty years ago. I mean, they were uncanny, both of them.”

Tammy didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the conversation. Instead she slipped down the creaking wooden steps that led off the patio and down onto the sand. The wash of light from the house lit the beach as far as the surf, which was breaking quite boisterously. The beach, as far as she could see, was immaculately clean. No doubt the residents hired somebody to vacuum every morning, so that nothing unpredictable—a whisky bottle, a stray condom, a dead fish—would disfigure the perfection of their stretch of coastline.

The only items she could see on the beach were two human figures.

If Todd and Maxine had realized that Tammy was there, they gave no sign of it. They simply kept up what they’d been doing for the last ten minutes: arguing.

The wind carried most of their words away, but every now and again a phrase would reach Tammy’s ears. Maxine called him a “waste of time” at one point, “all ego and no brains” at another. He called her “a talentless bitch” and “a parasite.” She mentioned, by way of response to one of his assaults, that “the whole town knows you got a face-lift, and that it went to hell.”

“I don’t care,” Todd replied.

“Then you’re even more of a fool than I thought you were,” Maxine yelled back, “because that’s your fucking reputation out the window.”

“Watch my lips,” Todd said, pointing to his mouth. “
I don’t care
.”

Several exchanges followed of which Tammy did not catch a single word. She continued to approach the pair slowly, expecting at any moment to be seen by one or the other. But they were too deeply involved in expressing their rage at one another to take notice of her.

The conversation had definitely changed direction, however, because now, when the wind brought fresh words in Tammy’s direction, the subject of the Canyon was under debate. And Todd was shouting.

“You set me up! You knew something weird was going on up there and you set me up!”

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It was time to make this into a three-way conversation, Tammy decided, stepping into Maxine’s line of sight. But Maxine wasn’t going to be distracted from the subject at hand by Tammy.

“All right,” she said to Todd. “So the house has a history. Is that such a big deal?”

“I don’t like messing with that stuff, Maxine. It’s not safe.”

“By that ‘stuff ’ you mean
what
exactly?”

Todd dropped his voice to a near-whisper, but Tammy was close enough to hear it. “The Canyon’s full of dead people.”

Maxine’s response was to laugh; her laughter unfeigned. “Are you high?”

“No.”

“Drunk?”

“No.” Todd wasn’t about to be laughed off. “I’ve seen them, Maxine.

I’ve touched them.”

“Well then you should file a report to the
National Enquirer
, not come whining to me about it. As far as I’m concerned, this is our last conversation.”

“I want an explanation!”

“I’ll give you one,” Maxine said: “
You’re crazy
.”

“Jerry?”

Katya was at Jerry’s side, her expression troubled. “Is there a way down onto the beach along the side of the house?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Why?”

“Todd’s down on the beach, being abused by that bitch of a manager.”

“I’m sure he can stand up for himself.”

“I just want to take him away, and I don’t want to have to come back through the crowd when I bring him back.”

“Well let’s see,” Jerry said. He took hold of Katya’s arm and together they went back to the front door.

“I hate these people,” Katya said, when they reached the foyer.

“You don’t know any of them,” Jerry said. “With respect.”

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“Oh believe me I do. They’re the same old whores, fakes and fools.

Only the names have changed.”

“Will you be leaving?” the valet wanted to know as they emerged from the house.

“No,” Jerry said. “I was just showing my friend around the house. Do you know if there’s a way down onto the beach?”

“Yes, of course. Just go back through the house—”

“We’d prefer not to go through the house.”

“Well. I guess there’s a pathway which runs down the side of the house, which takes you to the beach. But it’s much easier—”

“Thank you,” Katya said, catching hold of the man’s gaze and smiling at him. “I’d just like to get away from the crowd.”

If the man had any objections they faded away on the spot. He blushed at the directness of Katya’s look, and stood aside. “It’s all yours,” he said.

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On the beach Todd looked up toward the house. The patio was now so crowded with spectators that people had gone into the kitchen and up to the bedrooms so they could look out at the beach and watch the exchange between himself and Maxine. A few of the partyers had wandered down the patio, and were watching intently from there. The general level of hubbub from inside had also dropped considerably. Word had got around that a war of words was being fought on the sand, and if everyone would just
shut up
for a minute or two, it would be more audible.

“You wish you’d never started this, now, don’t you?” Maxine said.

“All I want is some answers.”

“No, you don’t. You want to embarrass me in front of my friends because I let you go. Well, Todd, I’d had enough of you. It’s as simple as that. I was tired. I wanted to be free of you and your endless demands.”

Maxine closed her eyes as she spoke, and for the first time in her life Tammy had a morsel of sympathy for the woman. Despite her makeup and her immaculate coiffure, nothing could disguise her genuine exhaustion. When she said she wanted to be free of Todd, Tammy believed her.

“When I arranged for you to move into that house it was because it seemed to serve your comforts. That was all I cared about. Now, you come here yelling and swearing, and I think, to hell with your comforts.

It’s about time
they
all heard the truth.”

“Don’t go there, Maxine.”

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you’re going to
get
trouble.” She had raised her voice, so that she was now plainly audible to the audience assembled on the patio and gathered at the windows.

Todd had nowhere to run. The closer she got to him, the more he was forced to retreat toward the house, and the more audible her words became.

“Just tell the damn woman you’re sorry, Todd,” Tammy said. “And let’s get the hell out of here. This isn’t the time or the place.”

Maxine glanced at Tammy, conceding her existence here with them for the first time. “You think he’s going to apologize? To me? He doesn’t understand the word
sorry
. You know why?
He’s never been wrong
. At least the way he tells it.”

“Well, he can make an exception, right, Todd?”

“Keep out of this,” Todd snapped.

“I hid you away in that house because you asked me to hide you away—” Maxine went on, her recollections delivered in the direction of the spectators. “You needed time to heal.”

“I’m warning you,” Todd said.

Maxine went on, unintimidated. “As I recall,” she said, “your face looked like a piece of hammered steak, thanks to Doctor Burrows.”

“All right, you win,” Todd said. “Just stop right there.”

“Why? They already know the truth, Todd. The whole town’s been gossiping about your Phantom of the Opera act for
weeks
.”

“Shut up, Maxine.”

“No, Todd, I will
not
shut up. I’ve kept your fucking secrets for years, and I’m not going to do it any longer.”

“Perhaps we should just go, Todd,” Tammy said.

“Don’t waste your breath on him,” Maxine said. “He’s not going to sleep with you. That’s what you’re hoping for, isn’t it?”

“God,” Tammy said. “You people.”

“Don’t deny it,” Maxine snapped.

“Well, I am denying it. You think the world revolves around sex. It’s pathetic.”