CHAPTER FOURTEENJimmy’s phone buzzed as he turned off Oxford Circus into Berwick Street. It was Sam.“Any sign of her?” said Jimmy, hopefully.“Nope, this is the fourth day she hasn’t shown up. I told you she’s not coming back. We’re pissing away money here, money we don’t have. We need to regroup, come up with a new plan and hold some more auditions. And we need to do it now. No more wild goose chases.”“Just let me chase down this one last lead.”“Listen to you, when did you become Sam Spade?”“Fuck off, I think I’m finally on to something.”“We can’t find her, just admit it. We’ve been through every single headshot on spotlight.com, contacted all the agents we can think of, looked at every actor’s directory there is. There aren’t any other leads. We need to start focusing on the project otherwise it’s gonna go tits up.”“Look I know you’re right, but let me do this one last thing. I got out some old copies of Spotlight from the local reference library this morning, from bef
CHAPTER FIFTEENThe back office was even smaller than the front one, with just enough room for a small desk and two chairs. Jimmy had to close the door before he could sit down. Janice Strang was a hard bitten, middle aged woman with dyed, brunette hair, an expensive manicure, and just the right amount of make-up.“I wasn’t aware I’d placed anyone with your project, Mr Walden.”“Call me Jimmy. And I’m not actually here to talk about an actor you currently handle. It’s one you used to manage.”“Oh,” said Janice, already losing interest.“Her name is Melissa Scott.”Janice looked up from the papers she was sorting with a shocked frown. “Mr Walden, if that’s who you really are, I don’t know what your reason for coming is, but I find that in very poor taste and I don’t wish to continue this conversation. Kindly see yourself out.”Jimmy was so surprised by this response he got out of his chair, then sat down again and said, “Wait, did you have some sort of problem with Melissa. Does
CHAPTER SIXTEENSam stood up, closed his eyes and massaged his temples. He wondered if the work would be any easier if he were stoned, or did a couple of lines? Probably not, it might even make him worse.Only H, or crippling amounts of alcohol, could make him numb enough him to deal with the footage, and he didn’t like either of those highs;, certainly couldn’t work on them. It wasn’t just the extreme images that were getting to him, it was also his Mac. It kept playing up.As he’d promised Jimmy, Sam was using the dead time to edit the footage, taking out the worst bits and preparing clips to splice into the film. He was working in the studio space. They’d already rented it and he might as well put it to some use. Plus he was reluctant to work on the footage in his home. As stupid as it sounded, he was afraid it might taint his apartment.It had actually taken him a while to build up the courage to go through the footage. Every time he viewed it he was back in the lock up, taped
CHAPTER SEVENTEENThe camera moved from the first victim to the woman on the operating table. The one who was identical to Melissa. As the blurry figures went to work, she looked heavenward with eyes every bit as blue as Melissa’s.Oh shit. Oh no. What was she going to think of him now?Melissa hands fell from Sam’s shoulders to his waist as she leaned over to get a better look at the screen.“Look, Melissa, it’s not what it looks like,” Sam said. “Okay, it is what it looks like and I know what you must be thinking, but I swear to God I was just about to . . . ”Melissa put a finger to Sam’s lips. “Shh,” she said. “We’re missing the best bits.”“What?! You’re not . . . ? I mean, I thought you’d be like . . . livid.”“What I am is wet. And this film just makes me wetter.” Melissa ran her fingers over Sam’s crotch. “I notice our friend here has gotten a little shy. I do hope he’s going to put in another appearance.” She stroked Sam through the front of his jeans, coaxing him back
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN“Course, Hackney’s nothing like it used to be,” said the Big Issue vendor, as Jimmy fished around in his pocket for change. “Ten years ago it still had an edge. You could get all manner of dodgy goods from the market. And the squat parties, that’s what I miss the most, them and the crack dens with the boarded up windows. All these yuppies who’ve moved in, they’ve fucking ruined it.”“A wise man once told me it’s still all there,” said Jimmy. “Underneath the surface of the city”“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”“How should I know, I’ve never driven a mini cab.” Jimmy handed the guy his money and headed off down the street still smiling.The house he was looking for was in a little cul de sac, off the Lower Clapton Road. It was one of those Victorian terraces that were popular round these parts. It hadn’t been renovated, as so many of them had. Melissa’s sister Suzy had told him where to find it.Incense and patchouli wafted out as she answered the door. Suzy wa
CHAPTER NINETEEN“Wait a minute,” said Suzy. “You came here with information about my sister. I’d like to hear it now.”“Why now?”“You may not realise it, but your aura’s changed. When you came here your colours were guarded, deceitful and conflicted. The crying and the confession have opened you up, something’s been unlocked, your chakras are more in synch. I think you should tell me what you know.”“You don’t really believe all this new age claptrap do you?”“And here we are back to being cynical, in spite of what just happened. You’re not fooling anyone you know. This isn’t the only weird thing that’s happened lately is it?”“You couldn’t possibly know about that.”“Know about what?”“It doesn’t matter.”“You say you employed my sister, was this recently?”“Yes, we’re supposed to be shooting now. That’s why I’ve been looking for her, she’s disappeared again. We’re losing money on the shoot and . . . ”“Yes?”“Well she asked me to come and look for her, if something like
CHAPTER TWENTYThe footage ended and the screen went blank. Sam got carefully up from the sofa, so as not to hurt his cock. It was so chafed and raw it hurt to even look at, let alone touch.He couldn’t decide whether to re-watch the footage, or grab a beer and some left over pizza. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in over eight hours. He looked around the room at the chipped paint on the floorboards, the mouldering furniture and the curtain-less windows. There wasn’t any pizza left. The discarded box was empty and so were the beer cans scattered at his feet.His stomach rumbled in complaint. He was hungry, but he’d run out of provisions. He could order another pizza but that would mean going downstairs to the pub; the delivery guy wasn’t allowed up to the room. Going downstairs meant he’d have to interact with the people in the bar. It also meant putting pants on, and he wasn’t sure his poor cock could take that.Maybe it was best if he just stayed in his room and watched th
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEWhen he’d gotten back to his apartment, even though it was late, the first thing Sam did was get straight in the shower.In a repeat of the night he got back from the lock up, Sam stood beneath the scalding hot water and tried to wash away the memories of the previous hours. He was no more successful this time than he had been the last. No amount of soap or water could wash away the spectre of Melissa’s touch. He could still feel her ragged skin pressing against his, her breath on his cheek and her blood spilling out over his loins. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face and the gaping hole in her throat.His skin was red and smarting when he left the shower. The images in his mind were just as vivid. They weren’t the only thing he couldn’t escape. His whole body was filled with an invisible pressure, an insatiable need for release. He’d fought off his desire to come with Melissa and now it dogged him mercilessly.Sam was reminded of a Sunday afternoon he’