re on life…support； his life slipping away； while all the sons of bitches who'd made fortunes off his talent were lying to themselves and anyone who'd listen； pretending it was going to be okay？ Things like that happened all the time； especially in Hollywood。 Everyone lied there； it was a way of life。
Her thoughts circled on these terrible images for an hour or more； while she sat amongst her treasures。 At last； she came to a momentous decision。 She could do nothing to solve this mystery sitting here in Sacramento。 She needed to go out to California； and confront some of these people。 It was easy to tell somebody a lie on the telephone。 It was harder to do when you were face to face with someone； when you were looking into their eyes。
She took one last look through the sequence of photographs； lingering on the last of the fourteen； the one in which Todd's gaze was closest to making contact with the camera。 Another shot； and he would have been looking directly at her。 Their eyes； as it were； would have met。 She smiled at him； kissed his picture； then put the photographs away； tucked the box out of sight and went through to the kitchen to call Arnie at the airport； and tell him what she planned to do。 He was in the middle of his shift； and couldn't e to the phone。 She left a message for him to call her； then she made a reservation on Southwest for the flight to Los Angeles； and booked a room in a little hotel on Wilshire Boulevard； which she'd stayed in once before when she'd e into LA for a Todd Pickett convention。
The flight was scheduled at 3：10 that afternoon； and was to get into Los Angeles at 4：15； but the departure was delayed for almost two hours； and then they circled over LAX for almost three quarters of an hour before they could land； so it wasn't until half…past seven that she stepped out of the airport into the warm； sweet…smog air of her beloved's city。
She didn't know what she was going to do； now she was here； how or where she was going to begin。 But at least she wasn't sitting at home brooding。 She was closer to him； here； whatever Maxine Frizelle had said about him being off in some faraway place。 That was a lie； Tammy knew it in her bones。 He was here。 And if he was any in any trouble； then by God she would do her best to help him； because whatever anybody might say she knew one thing for certain： there wasn't a soul on earth who cared for the well…being of Todd Pickett more than she。 And somewhere； tucked away in a shameful corner of her head she almost hoped that there was some conspiracy here； because that would give her a chance to e to his rescue； to save him from people like Frizelle； and make him understand who really cared about him。 Oh； wouldn't that be something！ She didn't dare think about it too much； it made her sick with guilt and anticipation。 She shouldn't be wishing anything but the best for her Todd。 And yet the same thought kept creeping back： that somewhere in this city he was waiting for her…even if he didn't know it yet； waiting to be saved and forted。 Yes； she dared think it： perhaps even loved。
EIGHT
Todd and Marco had settled into life at the Hideaway in the Canyon quite easily。 Todd occupied the enormous master bedroom which had （as Maxine had boasted） an extraordinary view down the canyon。 On clear days； of which there were many in that early March； Todd could sit at his window and watch the ocean； glittering beyond the towers of Century City。 On exceptional days； he could even make out the misty shape of Catalina Island。
Marco had taken a much smaller bedroom on the floor below； with an adjacent silting room； and did much as he had in the Bel Air home： that is； served with uncanny prescience the needs of his boss； and having provided such services as were required； then retreated into near…invisibility。
The area was much quieter than Bel Air。 There seemed to be no through traffic on the single road that wound up through the Canyon； so apart from the occasional sound of a police helicopter passing over； or a siren drifting up from Sunset； Todd heard nothing from the city that lay such a short distance below。 What he did hear； at night； were coyotes； who seemed to haunt the slopes of the canyon in significant numbers。 On some nights； standing on one of the many balconies of his new mansion nursing a drink and a cigarette； he would hear a lone animal begin its urgent yapping on the opposite slope of the canyon； only to hear its call answered from another spot； then another； the din rising into a whooping chorus from the darkness all around him； so that it seemed the entire canyon was alive with them。 They'd had coyotes up in Bel Air too； of course。 Their proximity to the house would always send Dempsey into a frenzy of deep…chest barking； as though to announce that the dog of the house was much larger than he was； in reality。
〃I'm surprised we've got so many coyotes up here；〃 Marco said； after one particularly noisy night。 〃You'd think they'd go somewhere with a lot more garbage。 I mean； they're scavengers； right？〃
〃Maybe they like it here；〃 Todd observed。
〃Yeah； I guess。〃
〃There's no people to fuck with them。〃
〃Except us。〃
〃We won't be here long；〃 Todd said。
〃You don't sound too happy about that。〃
〃Well I guess I could get used to it here。〃
〃Have you been up on the ridge yet？〃
〃No。 I haven't had the energy。〃
〃You should go up there。 Take a look。 There's quite a view。〃
The exchange； brief as it was； put the thought of a trip up the hill into Todd's head。 He needed to start exercising again； as Maxine had pointed out； or he was going to find that his face was all nicely healed up and his body had gone to fat。 He didn't believe for a minute that his face was anywhere near being healed； but he took her point。 He was drinking too much and eating too many Elvis Midnight Specials （peanut butter； jelly； crispy bacon and sliced banana on Wonder Bread sandwiches； deep fried in butter） for the good of his waistline。 His pants were feeling tight； and his ass…when he glimpsed it in the mirror…was looking fleshy。
In a while he'd have to get back to some serious training： start running every morning； maybe have his gym equipment brought over from the Bel Air house and installed in the guest…house。 But in the meantime he'd ease back into the swing of things with a few exploratory walks： one of which； he promised himself； would be up the top of the hill； to see what the view was like when you got to the end of the road。
Burrows and Nurse Karyn came every other day to change the dressings and assess the condition of his face。 Though Burrows claimed that the healing process was going well； Burrows claimed； his manner remained subdued and cautious： it was clear that the whole sorry business had taken a toll upon his confidence。 His sun…bed tan could not conceal a certain sickliness in his pallor； and the skin around his eyes and mouth； taut from a series of tucks and tightenings； had an unnatural rigidity to it； like a teak mask under which another； more fragile man； was trapped。 Superficially； he remained unfailingly optimistic about Todd's prognosis； he was certain there would be no permanent scarring。 Indeed he was even willing to chance the opinion that things were going to work out 'as planned'； and that Todd was going to emerge from the whole experience looking ten years younger。
〃So how long is it going to be before I can take off the bandages？〃
〃Another week； I'd say。〃
〃And after that。。。how long before I'm back to normal again？〃
〃I don't want to make any promises；〃 Burrows said； 〃but inside a month。 Is there some great urgency here？〃
〃Yeah； I want people to see me。 I want them to know I'm not dead。〃
〃Surely nobody believes that；〃 Burrows said。
Todd summoned Marco。 〃Where are those tabloids you brought in？〃 he asked。 〃The doctor's not been reading the trash in his waiting…room recently。〃
Marco left the room and reappeared with five magazines； dropping them on the table beside Burrows。 The top one had a blurred； black and white photograph of a burial procession； obviously taken with an extremely long…distance lens。 The headline read： Superstar Todd Pickett Buried in Secret Cere