Макс Коллинз - No One Will Hear You

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The first video arrives by email. An unidentifed man. A naked woman. Her scream caught in a freeze-frame. The producers of TV’s Crime Seen! can’t believe what they’re witnessing — an all-out sadist “auditioning” for a starring role in reality television. And if he doesn’t get it, he’ll kill again.
To meet the demented demands of the self-proclaimed “Don Juan,” former sheriff and TV host J.C. Harrow has no choice but to spotlight him along with another ruthless maniac who has captivated millions of viewers. Now two killers are locked in a bloodthirsty competition. For fame. For notoriety. For victims.

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He beat back the urge to go down to the UBC Broadcast Center and find J.C. Harrow and choke the goddamn life out of him. Rage was not what was called for, rather cool detachment...

After all, that Crime Seen might dismiss him out of hand had always been a possibility. How many cranks did they hear from in any given week? They might mistake him for a loony tunes. They might mistake his reality video for a skillful fraud.

If they hadn’t believed the video, then his promise to increase the frequency of his conquests would’ve been written off as an empty threat.

He would need to prove himself.

To show Crime Seen his value as on-air talent. He must not take the rejection personally — all actors knew as much. Auditions were, after all, inherently brutal.

Peace settled over him, in the inky blackness, as it always did. As serenity soothed him, his mind coolly examined his plan, piece by piece, like a Legoland castle.

His next conquest would convince them.

And what a lovely costar he had nurtured for himself. Enveloped in his blanket of sweet silence and darkness, he felt himself getting aroused just thinking about her. Strange — outside of his role as Don Juan, he felt an almost asexual indifference to even the most attractive females.

But in assuming the Don Juan role — his signature role — arousal would come, particularly in the darkness of room. When he was alone, and contemplating what this next conquest would mean for his career, for his art ... that was certainly arousing...

This next conquest — like the previous one — was a lovely blonde with lush legs and ripe breasts. All that blonde hair ran halfway down her back, like a lion’s mane (not a lioness — in the jungle, the king of the beasts was the real beauty).

Perhaps Harrow will make a brilliant deduction on air, he thought, smiling, and declare that blondes are part of Don Juan’s M.O. Then I can make him look stupid when my next conquest is a redhead or brunette...

That she was a blonde was happenstance. What was significant about this particular conquest was her bank balance. An influx of cash right now would help Don Juan achieve his true goal — stardom. The important half of show business was, after all, business.

You have to spend money to make money.

And he would spend his victims’ money...

Without even touching himself, his arousal grew more intense. Partly it was the beauty of his next conquest — Don Juan loved beautiful women. Part of it was her money — the actor playing Don Juan loved money.

He smiled in the dark, imagining the dismayed look on Harrow’s face when the great “warrior” against crime viewed Don Juan’s next production. The blonde, the money, a humiliated Harrow — it all came together and his hand found himself and soon there the shudder of blessed relief...

Don Juan had arranged to meet Gina Hannan at a bar in the Valley. She was (of course)an aspiring actress (these poor talentless, deluded kids — they don’t have a chance in this tough town!).

He had chosen this older, quieter hideaway for its seclusion and lack of security cameras — just the sort of anonymous spot where a Hollywood producer might arrange to meet an aspiring actress.

Tonight mirrored the previous conquest, and others he had lined up for the future.

He would arrange to “run into” a likely, preselected target, introduce himself as Louis St. James, independent film producer, with a website and IMDb listing by way of bona fides. This would be enough to fool them, whether bright bulbs or dim, blinded as they were by the lure of “making it.”

And he knew how hard it was out here. He was talented, wasn’t he? Gifted beyond reason? And wasn’t he having to take his career in his own hands?

The couple was sitting in a back booth. Her lips made a kiss as they plucked her appletini’s maraschino cherry from its stem. Then she chewed, swallowed, and leaned forward, saying, “You really think I’m right for this part?”

An old-fashioned air conditioner was chugging over the bar’s front door and a ball game was on behind the counter; but otherwise the place was quiet, the bartender and handful of customers keeping their own counsel. Chirpy blonde Gina in her low-cut, silky orange blouse and tight jeans, was the loudest person here.

“Certainly you’re right for it,” he said. “It’s a small but showy part.”

“But a kindergarten teacher...”

“My screenwriter has researched this, and says most kindergarten teachers are under thirty. You’re under thirty...”

“Way under thirty,” she said with a laugh that seemed a little brittle to his ears.

“... and we’ll just have to... play down your glamour some. That’s the only drawback — you’re so... lovely.”

She lowered her head and blushed.

Blushed? Really? Or is she actually that good an actress?

Then her dark blue eyes focused on him like lasers. “I loved what I saw of the script.”

“I wish I’d thought to bring it,” he said. “I haven’t even printed out the current draft yet — screenwriter just e-mailed it to me. I... well, after our first interview? I asked him to beef up the schoolteacher part a little.”

“You did ?”

“When we get a chance, I’ll give you the new sides and you can read for me again... Would you like another drink?”

“I shouldn’t. We haven’t even had dinner yet. I don’t want to overdo, in case we end up going back to your place. For me to read those new pages for you?”

“Sure. But I think I will have another, if you don’t mind. I’ll hold it to three, since I’m driving... but we’re kind of celebrating, aren’t we?”

“Are we?”

“You’re about to get a part in a movie, aren’t you?”

She beamed. “I guess one more appletini won’t kill me.”

Don Juan glanced toward the bar. “Bartender’s wrapped up in the game. I’ll get this...”

He collected his tumbler and her martini glass and left the booth.

On the way back, he slipped a few drops of a liquid from a tiny vial into Gina’s drink.

Then he set the doctored appletini before her and resumed his seat, taking a nice long pull from what his date had been told was a vodka tonic but was club soda.

As they finished their drinks, he asked, “Are you ready to go get some dinner?”

Gina smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I know a nice little Italian restaurant near where I live. I was thinking... and please don’t get the wrong idea... actually it’s an idea you gave me ...”

“What is?”

“We could stop by my place, I could run off a copy of the new draft of the screenplay, and pull your pages. We could talk about the part a little. You could read for me. Then we could have a lovely late dinner. Have you home before either one of us turns into a pumpkin.”

“I’d love to! But what about my car?”

“I’ll drive you back here to pick it up.”

“Okay... I don’t think I should be driving right now, anyway... Have to be honest... think I shouldn’t have had that third appletini. A little woozy.”

“Nap in the car on our way to my place.”

She smiled brightly. “Okay. Why not?”

They rose and he left a twenty as a tip, giving Gina a glance at the wad in his money clip. He wanted her confident in his affluence. He was already confident in hers.

Gina wasn’t your typical starving actress who worked waitress jobs to survive. Don Juan vetted all of his lovers carefully and Gina had passed with flying colors — one of those colors being a nice money green...

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