‘I’m all ears.’
‘That little shit Waites. The cops will want to know what I was doing in the middle of nowhere. Which means I’ll have to tell them why I got out of his car. Which means telling them about the cocaine.’
‘Ah…’ said Terry. ‘That’s not good.’
‘Even if I don’t mention the Colombian marching powder I’d have to tell them about the pass he made, which means they’ll question him and that means he’s going to be as mad as hell.’
‘He might lose his job, is that what you mean?’
She shook her head. ‘I think it’s more likely the network will rally around him and I’ll be the one left out in the cold.’
‘So what do you want to do, darling?’
‘I don’t know, Terry. I just don’t know.’
‘You’re going to carry on as if nothing’s happened?’
‘I need time to think. If I don’t handle this the right way, my career could be over.’
‘A man died, Carolyn.’
‘I know that. But me going to the police won’t change that. For all we know he…’ She tailed off.
‘’What?’ said Terry.
‘Well, maybe he deserved it. Maybe he did something really bad.’
‘He was an accountant.’
‘Accountants can do bad things,’ said Carolyn. ‘We don’t know what happened, and we don’t know why it happened. All I saw was one man hitting another. I need to think about this before I can decide what to do.’ She smiled ruefully. ‘I sound like a wimp, don’t I?’
Terry shook his head. ‘Darling, I was brought up in Brixton. People could be shot on the pavement and no one would see anything. The cops would turn up and ask a hundred people and they’d all have miraculously been looking the other way. Bad things have a habit of happening to witnesses in Brixton. So I hear what you’re saying. You take your time and whatever you decide is fine by me.’
Carolyn smiled at him. ‘Marry me, and bear my children,’ she said.
Terry laughed. ‘Darling, I thought you’d never ask.’
The door opened. It was one of the runners. ‘Terry, have you got a briefcase? Jake says a metal one, if you have it.’ The young man noticed Carolyn. ‘Oh, sorry, Miss Castle,’ he said.
‘Not a problem,’ she said. “I have to be in make-up anyway.’
‘What are you doing tonight?’ asked Terry. ‘Do you need company?’
Carolyn shook her head. ‘We’re filming until late and then I’m having dinner with my agent.’
‘Okay, but if you need me, call.’ He blew her a kiss and she pretended to catch it and press it to her heart. She waved goodbye and headed to the make-up department.
CHAPTER 26
Billy pulled up in front of the restaurant and twisted around in his seat. ‘I’m happy to wait for you, Miss Castle,’ he said.
‘No need, Billy,’ said Carolyn. ‘I’m a hop, skip and a jump from my house. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
Billy picked up a clipboard with the call sheet. ‘Seven-thirty pick-up,’ he said. He grinned. ‘You get a lie in.’
Carolyn laughed and climbed out of the Mercedes. She waved as Billy drove off. The restaurant was a small Italian place she’d used for more than ten years. Luigi the owner ran the front of house while his wife and son worked in the kitchen. The food was good home cooking, the wine was reasonably priced, and they had a table in a corner that was partly obscured by a supporting wall on which Luigi had hung a large poster of the leaning tower of Pisa. It was the perfect table for when she wanted a quiet meal alone or if she had business to discuss. And most of the diners were regulars which meant she was rarely disturbed by a fan wanting an autograph or a mobile phone photograph.
Luigi spotted her as soon as she opened the door and he hurried over. He was a small man, an inch shorter than Carolyn when she was wearing heels, and he had a large stomach that suggested he was a big fan of his wife’s cooking. He air kissed her and took her coat. ‘Your guest is already here,’ he said, showing her over to the table. Peter Sessions was halfway through a bottle of Chianti and he got to his feet when he saw her.
‘I’m so sorry I’m late, I had some dubbing to do and it just had to be finished tonight,’ she said.
Peter kissed her on both cheeks. ‘Luigi has been taking good care of me,’ he said. ‘As always.’ Peter was her agent and had been since she’d first started working as an actress. During the twenty years they had been together, his hair had thinned and greyed and his crow’s feet had multiplied and deepened but he hadn’t gained a pound and was as stick-thin as the day they had first met.
They sat down and Luigi produced two leather-bound menus. ‘I have some wonderful sea bass, so fresh that it swam here this morning,’ he said. ‘My wife is cooking it with some garlic and tomato and it’s so good I’ll be having it later tonight.’
‘That’ll be fine,’ said Carolyn. She looked over at Peter and he nodded enthusiastically. ‘We’ll both have it,’ she said.
‘And your chicken Caesar salad to start?’
‘Perfect,’ said Carolyn, handing back the unopened menu.
‘Soup of the day for me,’ said Peter, giving back his menu. ‘Ask the chef if he could go easy on the salt. Doctor’s orders.’
Luigi headed to the kitchen. ‘So, congratulations on your award,’ said Peter.
Carolyn laughed. ‘It’s in the guest bathroom, with the rest of them,’ she said.
‘Best place for them,’ said Peter, ‘You can’t take them too seriously. But it was well-deserved, and it was the viewers who voted which makes it a real award.’
The waitress brought their starters over and Carolyn toyed with her salad. ‘Peter, how easy would it be to move to another show?’ she asked.
Peter’s spoon froze halfway to his mouth. ‘Has something happened?’
‘Nothing really, I just feel like a change.’
Peter put down his spoon. ‘Come on, now, you’ve just won an award and now you want to jump ship. Something must have happened.’
Carolyn shrugged and sipped her wine.
‘Problems with one of the directors? I can speak to Paul.’
‘The directors are terrific. The new one, Jake Harrington, is a sweetheart.’ She leaned forward and lowered her voice. ‘I’m just not sure how much of a future I have on the show.’
‘Has someone said anything?’
‘There’s a writers’ meeting next week and it’s all hush hush. The network are going to be there and I have a feeling my part is going to be cut back. But it’s just a feeling.’
‘I can put out a few feelers, see which way the wind is blowing.’
Carolyn shook her head. ‘If it happens, it happens,’ she said. ‘And if they are planning to write me out, we’ll be the last to know. At this stage, I just want to know what my options are.’
Peter looked pained. ‘Things aren’t good in TV land these days, you know that,’ he said. ‘The internet, DVDs, cable, they’ve all hit the broadcasters for six. The big money isn’t there any more.’
‘I’m not saying I want a pay rise, Peter. I’ll work for the same money. It’s about the work.’
‘I hear what you’re saying, but the fact is you’re paid far more than most and if you move to Emmerdale, you’d put a lot of noses out of joint. If the producers hire you, they’ll have half a dozen of their stars demanding parity.’
Carolyn sighed and prodded a piece of chicken. She didn’t have much of an appetite. ‘Is Emmerdale a possibility?’ she asked.
‘I really don’t think so,’ he said. ‘They’ve just brought in another family with four new characters.’