Richard Kadrey - Hollywood Dead

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

Copyright Richard Kadrey 2018

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Source ISBN: 9780008219093

Ebook Edition July 2018 ISBN: 9780008219109

Version: 2018-07-12

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge and has to content oneself with dreaming.

Paul Gauguin

So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.

Roald Dahl, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

T HERES DEAD AND theres Hollywood dead, and those are two very different things.

Dead is just dead. In the ground. Pennies on your eyes. A cold slab of meat with no slaw and definitely no dessert.

But Hollywood dead? That can be a lot of things. Yeah, youre still a slab of meat, but now you come with curly fries and hot apple pie.

Hollywood dead is movie dead. When the director yells cut you get up and have a donut, and someone makes sure your hair is perfect. When youre Hollywood dead you can die a hundred times and still come back for the sequel.

Hollywood dead is the dead everybody thinks they want because nothing is final, everything is negotiable, and youll even get a producer credit if you keep your mouth shut and do what youre told. That last is the hard part. When youre Hollywood dead its hard to sit still and take orders. Hollywood dead is party dead and you never want to hear last call. Hollywood dead is the best kind of dead and the worst.

Hollywood dead means you can go to the movies and have a smoke, but if youre out in the sun too long you start to rot and stink. Hollywood dead makes you very careful about cuts and scratches because you dont exactly heal anymore.

Hollywood dead gets you thinking about making everyone else regular dead. The good news is that if youre lucky and you play your cards right, you might just get the chance to do it.

D ONT LET ANYONE tell you that shooting a gun in a bowling alley isnt loud. Its very loud. Incredibly damn loud. The noise bounces off the smooth paneled walls and rattles every nerve in your skull. Of course, everything down here under the mansion is soundproof, so my target practice doesnt bother anyone else. But I should have brought some earplugs. The tissues I jammed in my ears are pretty undignified and I dont have a lot of dignity left to spare. I mean, I was dead and now Im alive, but Im still sort of dead. Not pork-chop-dropped-in-a-parking-lot dead, but dead enough that Tinder is out of the question. Thats why Im shooting the shit out of Eva Sandovals bowling alley.

Theres something very satisfying about seeing bowling pins explode when theyre hit with a .45 slug. But Im annoyed with myself. I left an open frame on the right lane, only killing nine out of the ten. And yet thats still better than the seven-six-ten split I left on the other lane. I need to practice. My body hasnt moved in a year and I have to get it back in shape. Whatever Wormwood has planned for me, Im definitely going to get punched and Id like to be able to hit back harder than a marshmallow Peep.

Sandoval and her entourage come in while Im reloading. She frowns and her lackeys cluster in back of her like confused ducklings. Im not exactly sure why. I mean, Im working for them. Maybe seeing a corpse loading a Colt .45 wasnt in their day planner.

I say, Take it up with HR.

Take up what? says Sandoval.

Whatever is bothering your Mouseketeers. They look like they just saw Lemmys ghost.

When Im done reloading, I hit a button and an arm slides out of the back of the bowling lane on the left, sweeps away the debris, and loads another ten pins in place. I raise the Colt and cock it, sighting on the one pin. But Sandoval walks over, puts her hand on the pistol, and lowers it.

Exactly what are you doing? she says.

Target practice. I need to get my eye back.

She looks around the alley.

My grandfather built this. My father updated it, and I use it with guests.

Sounds great. I raise the Colt and fire. The one pin explodes. Everybody except Sandoval cringes.

I say, Im a guest.

Youre an employee.

Independent contractor, if you want to get technical.

I raise the Colt and she pushes it down again.

If you needed weapons practice you should have told me. I would have arranged something less deranged.

I thought deranged was why you wanted me. Otherwise you could have hired any number of local knuckle draggers. I smile at the people behind her.

What I want is for you to have a basic modicum of self-control and sense of responsibility. If you cant do that, we should part ways and void your contract right now.

Ouch. She got me where it hurts.

Anything else?

Yes, she says, leaning in close to my ear. I dont like being fucked with.

I give her a smile and slip the Colt into my waistband at my back.

See, now were speaking the same language. Okay. You can have your alley back. If you give me your granddads name, Ill write him an apology note. Ive got connections in Hell, you know. Theyll get it right to him.

She probes a shattered bit of bowling pin with the toe of her designer pump, clearly biting down what Im sure is a clever retort.