Lou Lou grinned at him. “Like Jekyll and Hyde.”
Detective Vasquez grinned back, and Mary Lisa realized he wasn’t looking at Lou Lou through a cop’s eyes. No, it was pure guy. And she knew what he was seeing. Lou Lou was nearly as tall as she was, a natural blond, although who knew or cared in L.A.? She had light blue eyes, a fit, curvy body, and the brightest smile in the universe.
Detective Vasquez suddenly turned to Mary Lisa, and now he was all business. “What about the rest of the cast? Anyone else I should talk to?”
Mary Lisa said slowly, “Well, there’s Margie McCormick, who plays my half sister, Susan. She’s about as different from Susan in real life as she could possibly be. Margie doesn’t take grief from anybody, tells you exactly what she thinks, never suffers in silence. Her character, Susan, even though she acts weak and helpless, is really sly and manipulative. She’s got both our mother and her husband fooled. But the person Susan hates all the way to her bones is her half sister, Sunday. It’s a vendetta thing. Every chance she gets, she tries to knock Sunday out of the picture. For example, she and Sunday’s mother hired this guy to terrorize Sunday; it went on for a good month before Sunday actually shot him when he came to her house to kill her in her bed.”
Lou Lou fanned herself. “Wow, was that ever a scene. It was so scary, Mary Lisa was so believable, I nearly wet myself.”
Mary Lisa grinned. “Yep, but Sunday always rides again. So what happened today is a little like life imitating art, don’t you think, Detective?”
“I can see why you’d say that, Ms. Beverly,” Detective Vasquez said slowly. “Would you say that the actress, Margie McCormick, could be jealous of you and your success?”
“Nah, Margie’s not the type. She doesn’t ever slink around or lie to get her way. She’s right out there. She knows what she wants and goes after it.”
“How long has she been on the show?”
“Five, maybe six years.”
“And you’re telling me she isn’t jealous that you show up and become the runaway star, win three Emmys in three years? An unknown to boot?”
“You want the truth?” Mary Lisa grinned. “I think everyone is deliriously happy because Born to Be Wild has the highest viewership in our time slot and that means the sponsors line up to pay big bucks to advertise, and those bucks mean security, money, and a solid future for everyone. The other actors might want more face time, more plotlines that put them front and center, but I’d say for the most part people on the cast feel very lucky to be a part of it all.”
“Since Mary Lisa showed up, everyone smiles,” Lou Lou said. “You can see it in the Nielsen ratings-when Mary Lisa is center stage, the ratings skyrocket. If she isn’t-which is very rare now-they fall. Actually, BTBW is the most watched of all the soaps. I even saw the producer, Clyde Dillard, whooping and high-fiving everyone in the vicinity the other day when he landed a huge advertising deal, all because of Mary Lisa’s latest big scene-chomping plotline. There’s no one gonna want to knock off Mary Lisa. She’s everybody’s meal ticket. What’s more, she’s nice to everyone.”
“Well, someone doesn’t like me,” Mary Lisa said, wishing it was time to take another happy pill. She peeked at her watch. No, not time yet. She said to Detective Vasquez, “The reason I mentioned Margie McCormick is not that I thought she might have been the one to hit me but because she might be able to give you insights on Paulie Thomas.”
Detective Vasquez thought about this a moment, tapped his pen against his knee, then asked, “Does Paulie Thomas have a personal interest in Margie McCormick?”
Lou Lou said, “As a matter of fact, he asked her for dates a good half dozen times. She actually agreed to meet him off-set once-he is, after all, related to one of the directors and that couldn’t hurt, but mainly, she felt sorry for him. It was maybe four months ago, after a nasty breakup with her boyfriend. She told me she wanted to let him down easy. It didn’t go well, at least that’s what Margie said when I was trying to get her eyebrows on straight the morning after.”
Mary Lisa picked it up. “Margie said Paulie took her to Cartier on Rodeo Drive, wanted to buy her a diamond ring. She nearly freaked.”
Lou Lou said, “The thing is, Detective, it seems to me Paulie might be having trouble judging reality like that when it comes to Mary Lisa too. He’s pleasant enough to her whenever anyone’s around, but he really hates Sunday Cavendish, calls her names under his breath, only it’s not under enough, you know? He mumbles stuff about her whenever the script calls for Sunday to do something outrageous, especially when she fights with Susan, stuff like she should have her cheating heart cut out, that sort of thing.”
“He sounds pretty dramatic himself. Why would the producer let someone like that around to bother their golden goose? Why have you allowed it, Ms. Beverly?”
Mary Lisa sighed. “He usually says stuff when he knows no one else will hear him. Lou Lou didn’t hear him-I told her what he’d said. Paulie’s got problems, but the stuff he says about Sunday? She’s a character, Detective, she isn’t a person. What does it matter? There are lots of fans who say the same thing about Sunday.”
“I’ll be speaking to him, Ms. Beverly. I’m thinking that after what happened today, he might not be with the show much longer.”
Mary Lisa sighed again. “The producers don’t know about it. I guess I never thought of him as ominous or dangerous to me, just a little sad.”
“Get rid of him, Ms. Beverly.”
“We’ll see.”
“That’s another thing,” Lou Lou said. “Mary Lisa’s got this gooey center.” Lou Lou started to punch her in the arm, but drew back at the last second, looking horrified.
“It’s okay, Lou Lou. That’s my hale and hearty side.”
“Okay, a gooey center. I got that. Is there anyone else either of you can think of?”
“Yes,” Lou Lou said. “Let me just spit this out-Jeff Renfrew.”
“Ms. Beverly mentioned him earlier. He plays Susan Cavendish’s husband, right? Damian Sterling, the smooth sleaze who’s after the Cavendish money?”
Lou Lou beamed at him. “Very good, Detective. You know more about the show than I thought.”
Mary Lisa said, “Lou Lou thinks he’s got a broken heart and that I’m the one who broke it. She thinks he doesn’t show it because he’s such a good actor. It’s not true, Lou Lou, I keep telling you, he’s not interested in me, at least not now.”
Lou Lou reached over and patted Mary Lisa’s knee. “Listen, sweetie, I’ve never told you this because I didn’t think you needed to know, but I heard from a reliable source that Jeff hits his mother up for money to pay his gambling debts every six months or so, and she pays because she’s afraid of him.
“There’s something else. You wouldn’t believe how long he stares at himself in the mirror each morning. Someone like that can’t stand being rejected. And when he’s not admiring himself, he’s staring at your boobs. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt you, but with what I see every day, he’s worth a look-see.”
Detective Vasquez said, “So Jeff Renfrew gambles? And loses?”
Mary Lisa said, “I dated Jeff maybe three, four times-no, I didn’t sleep with him-and he was always a nice guy. I never got a whiff of a gambling problem, if he has one, and I’ve never seen him violent.” She shrugged. “Maybe he does like to look at himself in the mirror, that just makes him a narcissist. He’s an actor, after all. And he’s going to be leaving the show for a dramatic series pilot this fall, another CSI sort of thing-what’s it called, Lou Lou?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. It’s called Brain Fever, I think. He’s going to play a big-shot pathologist working with a special FBI profiling team.”