“And Wayne sabotaged my plane?”
“That’s what it looks like, though the investigation isn’t over, obviously.”
“I feel stupid for not seeing through him. Nicki caught on before I did. She guessed that Wayne had promised me he’d produce her script. We had a long talk about it. ”
“Don’t feel bad. Scam artists know what they’re doing,” Roz said, pleased the couple were talking. “But having your lawyer look at a contract is always a good idea.”
“No kidding.”
“Do you mind if we write about Wayne’s promises to you?” she asked. “Nicole was very frank with me.”
“Go ahead.”
Roz blew out a breath. More great details for the story. “Are you doing OK? How’s your family?”
“We’re good,” Sebastian said. “And I have a new investor.”
“You … you do?” Roz pictured another grifter stepping up. “Who?”
“Blake Burbage. He called me this morning. He’s decided the best way to manage a comeback is to be the guy who makes the movies happen. And he likes the idea of a movie studio here in Comet Cove. Thinks it’ll draw more filmmakers. So we’re going to work together. We’re hoping to have at least one soundstage ready to go by the end of summer.”
“Cool. Is that for public consumption?”
“Sure,” Sebastian said. “We want to spread the word.”
“Great. Thanks. Keep in touch!”
“Will do.” He ended the call.
“Do I have to be jealous of Sebastian now too?” Alden joked as she finished typing the details of the call in her laptop.
Roz snickered. “It never hurts to have a friendly source.” She filled him in on the Blake Burbage deal.
By the time they’d written and refined the article and sent it to John for review, it was after five.
“And I still have to write the Enolia profile,” Alden groaned.
“Do it in the morning while I finish editing everyone else’s stuff and start approving pages for the printer.”
“John said Wednesday,” Alden pointed out.
“That was before this murder story blew up, so to speak. It’ll be fine. We’ll leave a nice big hole for your sidebar. I mean your feature.”
“Wow, you really know how to bruise a man’s ego.”
She snorted. “Don’t worry. Everyone is going to want to read that profile.”
“Especially because I’ll tie it to this wild case. But I’ll leave out what she said about her sleeping with Craig. The old Alden would be all over that, but I don’t see a need for it here.”
“I approve.” She tucked her laptop into her bag. “We have plenty of detail about Craig for the crime story. I’m glad Hai caught him in a couple of photos Saturday morning.”
“Do we have any of Wayne?”
“There’s a head shot from his website, and I sent Sheryl an email asking if she had anything of the both of them we could run in the paper.”
Alden’s eyebrows rose as he packed up his computer. “After the waterworks yesterday? Did she send you something?”
“She did.”
