Stephen Leather - Take Two

The woman took a long, slow drag on her cigarette, drew the smoke deep into her lungs, and held it there for several seconds, relishing as she always did the warmth of the nicotine as it spread through her system. Then she exhaled just as slowly, her lips slightly pursed, and blew smoke up at the ceiling. She was Diana Bourne, she was rich, she was successful, and she was standing outside a bedroom door on the other side of which two people were having energetic and very vocal sex. Diana was pretty sure the male half of the copulating couple was her husband. As she was standing outside her own bedroom door, that seemed a fairly reasonable assumption.

She dropped what was left of the cigarette on the floor and ground it out with her Prada black high-heeled shoe. Everything she was wearing had a designer label. Versace suit. Gucci blouse. Louis Vuitton bag. Cartier watch. Chanel perfume. Designer labels were Dianas camouflage and sometimes her armour.

She threw open the door and strode into the room, stopped under the gold and crystal chandelier and put her hands on her hips. My husband and my best friend, she said bitterly. If it wasnt such a cliche itd be almost funny. She shook her head and then reached into her bag and pulled out a gun.

Her husband was lying on his back, his head supported by two pillows. The girl had her back to Diana, but the waist-length lustrous blonde hair was more than enough to identify Fiona Hale. She had frozen mid-stroke, but then rolled off the bed, grabbing at the duvet and pulling it off the bed with her. As she wrapped it around her, Dianas husband used his hands to cover what was left of his erection. She smiled ruefully. Oh come on now Simon, suddenly youre shy, she said and took aim at his groin.

Diana, come on, dont be silly, he said. Were all adults here.

Yeah, Im an adult. An adult whos been betrayed by her husband. Im pretty sure any jurys bound to consider it a crime of passion. Her finger tightened on the trigger.

Diana, it doesnt mean anything. It was just Fiona began to shake and was unable to finish the sentence.

Sex? Fun? A game? What was it exactly, Fiona? Diana pointed the gun at Fiona and she hugged the duvet tighter as if she thought it would offer some protection against a bullet. How long have I known you Fiona? Fifteen years? You helped me start my company, youve been my friend, my advisor, my rock. And you screwed my husband?

It didnt mean anything, Fiona repeated, close to tears.

Maybe not to you, and maybe not to Simon there, but it bloody well means something to me. She pointed the gun back at her husband. So, would you throw yourself in front of him? Would you take a bullet for your lover, Fiona?

Hes not my Again she left the sentence unfinished.

What is he exactly, Fiona? Hes my husband, but what is he to you?

Simon shook his head, Diana, please, this is

Diana held a finger to her lips. Hush, darling, she said. Im talking to Fiona.

You know youre not going to use that, he said.

Darling, you are so wrong. Her finger tightened on the trigger and he flinched. Diana laughed. How sad are you? she said. Do you want to know something, Simon? Do you want to know what I was doing today while you were screwing my best friend? She grinned. Well, first of all, I met with my solicitor and youre about to be served with divorce papers. Then I cleared all the money out of our joint bank accounts. And then I convened a board meeting of our company and we unanimously agreed to terminate your contract. So youre broke and unemployed and after my solicitor has got through with you, youll be homeless. All in all, Ive had a pretty productive morning. She looked over at Fiona. He doesnt look quite so attractive now does he, babe?

Please, Diana, I just want to go home.

Of course you do, babe. Just let me shoot my lying, scheming bastard husband and then you can be on your way. She swung the gun back at Simon, aimed at his stomach, and pulled the trigger.

The sound was deafening and Fiona screamed. Simon clutched at his chest, his eyes wide and staring. Fiona pulled the quilt up to her neck as her whole body started to tremble.

Happy now, darling? Diana asked her husband.

Simon patted his hands over his chest. There was no blood, no wound.

Diana laughed and wagged the gun at him. See darling, there was nothing to worry about, she said. Im firing blanks, just like you.

There was silence for a few seconds, though Dianas ears were still ringing from the shot. Then there was a sudden shout from behind her. Cut! Brilliant everyone. Thats a wrap!

Well, thank God for that, said the man on the bed. A young man in an Arran sweater hurried over and handed him a silk robe. Please reassure me that no one could see my willy, he said, wrapping the robe around himself.

Not unless they were using a magnifying glass, darling, said Carolyn Castle, the actress playing the part of Diana. She kept the gun pointed down at the floor until Danny Brett, the former soldier who worked as the production companys armorer, took it from her, made it safe and placed it in a steel case.

Bi-atch, snarled the man. He was Sebastian Lawton, her husband on the show but, in real life, as camp a homosexual as youd meet in Soho on a Saturday night. He was in his sixties but had paid for enough surgery, Botox and hair transplant work that he could pass for fifty and was a good enough actor to come across as the ultimate ladies man.

Diana, you can pop back to make-up, the director said. Well do close-ups on Seb and Andrea, so youve got time to get your hair fixed.

Carolyn turned around and fixed him with her steely green eyes. Darling, one, my name is Carolyn and two, what exactly is wrong with my hair?

Jake Harrington jumped out of his directors chair and hurried over to her, arms outstretched. Sorry, sorry, sorry, he said, hugging her. Its just you are always Diana to me. Ive watched Rags To Riches from the very first episode. He kissed her on the cheek. If it makes you feel better, well get Danny back and you can shoot me here and now. He released his grip on her. Im sorry. Really.

Carolyn stroked his chin. Darling, half the fans who ask for my autograph get upset if I sign as Carolyn, she laughed. They want Dianas signature, not mine. A lot of them have never heard of Carolyn Castle. To them Im Diana Bourne, end of story.

But Im your director, and if I ever confuse you with your character again you have my permission to knee me in the crotch, at the very least.

Carolyn smiled sweetly. She knew he was only over-reacting to make her feel good but she appreciated that hed made the effort. And the hair problem?

Harrington made a flicking gesture with his hand. Its more of a lighting problem, he said. Were shooting you with quite a bright light behind you and its shining right through your hair so were seeing a bit of scalp.

A bit of what? said Carolyn, horrified.

The outline of your scalp, darling, its nothing to worry about, Tracey will take care of it.

What are you saying, Jake? Are you saying Im going bald?

Harrington laughed but Carolyn saw the nervousness in his eyes. Your hair is lovely, he said. Youre lovely. Now get yourself over to make-up so I can get started on Sebs close-up.

Carolyn settled into the chair and stared at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. She turned her head slowly to the left and then to the right. Tracey, is my hair thinning?

Of course not, said Tracey, who was rooting around in the blue plastic fishing tackle box that she used to hold her brushes.

Dont bullshit me, Tracey, I need an honest opinion.

Tracey straightened up and ran her hands through Carolyns hair. Tracey was in her early twenties, with long natural blonde hair and a tight figure that came from genetics rather than time spent in the gym. Its fine, she said.