Again the look she had was more like she knew something I didn’t. She smiled suddenly and then she handed me these pictures of…….Carmen and Bruce partying on one of her yachts………….it was there…how she got them or where she got them…I didn’t know. I called out to her just as she closed her door.

“So Carmen liked to party its not something I didn’t know…”

Now she was just looking at me like I was a moron.

“I just wanted to show you that you and your precious bubble girl are not above me, she is just a younger version… don’t think she won’t find a way to fuck you over once your usefulness has worn its self out….As a friend Shane…..just giving you the heads up…..I will be gone for a while going to Europe…took the chance on maybe you coming out to see me once this little movie of yours wraps up…”

“Make up your mind Cheri…come home or come to Europe….god you are so blasted you don’t even know if you are here or there…”

“True….very true….but I am right about her…..I know her type…..I am her type………”

I watch her drive off and I continued shopping. I got back to my hotel room and felt a little confused. Cheri had gotten Carmen fired from the show because she felt something brewing in between us. Yet there was and Carmen and Bruce, they where on her one of her yachts. Cheri…..She did say it was a small town…..but was it that small? Carmen was not telling me things. And I suddenly knew what they where. I called her and told her I was coming over. She sounded drunk.

It was well after 10 when I got to her place. That same guard waving me in with not a care in the world. I knocked on Carmen’s door and it opened like she had never closed it. Her house was a wreck; everything was broken, smashed to pieces. The house was dark and uncomfortably warm. Carmen came out of nowhere dressed all in black, that silk clinging to her. Her skin looked moist and her eyes where glazed over.