Not So Model Home

CHAPTER 24


Maybe You Should Talk To A Psychiatrist About That

Since I was on a roll, I felt like I needed to talk with someone who wasn’t an obvious suspect. That ruled out the entire crew, Ian, Jeremy, and his assistant, Tony. Even though Darryn wasn’t even in town when Keith was bumped off, I ruled him out as too much of an outsider and not in the know about what was going on at Ian’s estate. I sat down next to Aurora, itching to get started. If anyone could shed some light on this whole mess, it would be her.

I wanted to meet Aurora on neutral territory, so we met at a dark Mexican restaurant that no one ever went to. I didn’t want anyone from the cast coming in and seeing me with Aurora. A lot of the guys in the tribe weren’t too smart, but they would know enough if they walked in and saw me talking to Aurora.

Aurora stilted into the restaurant on towering heels, dressed in her usual black. (I wondered what she would look like in pastels.). She sat down and folded her long hands on the table in front of me, her black nails clacking loudly before they came to a silent rest.

“So what was so urgent and secret that you had to meet me here . . . and that I couldn’t tell anyone about?” she asked.

I leaned forward, not to keep my conversation volume low, but because I was becoming quite the actress. I wanted to add some drama.

“I want you to tell me everything you know about everyone.”

“Amanda!” Aurora replied incredulously. “That would take forever. Plus, remember, what I know about Ian is held in the strictest confidence.”

“But you can tell me about the rest of the cast, can’t you? And Jeremy and Tony and Lance?”

“Of course. I’m not treating them.”

“Great! Let’s start with the non-cast members.”

“Amanda, you’re trying to figure out who killed Keith, aren’t you? You didn’t invite me here because you want to get something over the other cast members, did you?”

“Aurora, I have nothing to gain by learning the other guys’ dirty secrets . . . but wait . . . have other guys from the show approached you for that purpose?”

“All of them! Look, we all know these guys aren’t going to write a discourse on the meaning of the Arab Spring to Western democracies, but they know how to defend their turf and play dirty and fight back when they need to.”

“So let’s start. Jeremy and his little sycophant, what’s-his-name? How did you get to know him?”

“What do you mean, Amanda?”

“I mean that you obviously had to know him somehow. How did he come up with the idea for the show?”

Aurora thought for a moment. “I think he knew Ian somehow. Or maybe he went to Ian to get his hair styled. I can’t remember exactly. Do you want their entire history, or just how you think they might be involved in Keith’s murder?”

“Through the filter of your psychological insight.”

“This won’t go outside this room?”

“You have my word, Aurora.”

“Okay. Do I think Jeremy could have killed Keith? For ratings? Sure. He’s driven, maniacal. Plus, he’s a producer. They’re bloodthirsty people who are only as good as their last movie or series. The money is part of it, but it’s really the ego that has to be fed. They live in L.A., so they’re constantly surrounded by stars, agents, studio execs . . . all of whom they think are judging them. And, to be honest, they are being judged. In Hollywood, the reality is a big, paranoid, cultish, collective bunch that is so skewed from the rest of the planet. Jeremy’s is a slowly rising star. He’s had some real failures, so those are still chasing him. But he’s had a few mild successes, which no one remembers. But this show? Whew. He knows that Keith’s murder is going to shoot this show into the heavens. I mean, even before the murder, the premise was outrageous: A dying multimillionaire who’s going to give away a lot of his fortune to a guy based on a contest? It blows American Idol and America’s Got Talent completely away. Now we’ve got a murdered contestant. You’d have to be insane not to want to watch something like this. Plus, he has an assistant.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s easier to carry out a murder if you don’t have to do it all by yourself. Two are easier than one.”

“Two are also more likely to leave clues. Twice as many mistakes to make.”

“Interesting observation, Amanda. Next?”

“Let’s go through the cast. Let’s start with Drake.”

“Okay. Drake’s smart. Reserved.”

“A leather dominant,” I said.

“Yes, he is. Ian likes to be dominated by him.”

“That’s so weird. Ian likes to dominate Drake during the day. But by night . . . ?”

“Amanda, sexual domination is a common thing.”

“It is?”

“I treat hundreds of powerful men who love it. Well, treat is not the right word. It’s a matter of getting people to accept it and use it to release inner desires. I get dozens of Hollywood execs who have to make huge decisions involving millions of dollars every day. Greenlighting movies, dealing with childish stars, producers, and writer prima donnas. At the end of the day, these men want nothing more than to have a big man or woman shove a ball gag into their mouth, hood them, and tell them to shut up. They get to give up being in control all the time. Same with Ian. Very common. Hey, that would be a good idea to try in therapy!” she said, taking out her smartphone and making a note of it.

“All I know is that Drake’s really strong.”

“You don’t have to be strong to poison someone, Amanda.”

“Good point, Aurora. But you do have to have some muscles to strangle a person.”

“Not if he’s on drugs.”

“Sure . . . And Aleksei blurted out that he and Drake have done autoerotic asphyxiation before.”

“And that means what, Amanda?”

“I. . . ,” I replied, stumbling. “It means that Aleksei thought they were doing a sexual thing and he let Drake do it willingly, not knowing it was going to be permanent. It would have been easy.”

“So what’s Drake’s psychological motivation for icing both Aleksei and Keith?”

“The same as all the others: increasing his chances of winning the competition.”

Aurora didn’t seem impressed with my theory.

I added more: “Anger. Rage.”

“At Ian?” she asked.

“It’s misplaced, indirect, but yes. Ian, because he could ruin everything by leaving the money to an undiscovered heir. Rage at Keith for clogging everything up.”

“But then every contestant could have killed Keith—and Aleksei—for the same reason: for getting in the way. Maybe we should stick to the psychological reasons, motivations from the psyche, so to speak. That’s why you asked me here.”

“True, true.”

“Now, to recap with Drake, his motivation is perhaps that he has spent so much time running Ian’s estate and life here. Not the money part, but the house, the grounds, the cars. Plus, I think he has a strong resentment for the other men since they are on the prissy side. I think Drake only respects men who ooze masculinity.”

“Then why tolerate Ian, Aurora? He’s not exactly macho.”

“Money. Why else?”

“Correctamundo!”

“That’s why most of the guys are here.”

“Big surprise, Aurora.”

“No, but Amanda, you have to understand why. Or at least, why the drive is so powerful.”

“What’s to understand? Money is alluring.” I decided not to mention the thousands of dollars Drake had stored in the potting shed.

“But get inside the heads of these models. If they’re successful like these guys are—or were—they live a very charmed life, despite the crazy lives they live. If we take out the long hours, the constant travel, the constant need to monitor their bodies and looks, we see that they wear expensive clothes, are surrounded by nice things, celebrities, fashion stars . . . it’s an unrealistic life. But they know their careers are really short in modeling. That it can—and will—go away in an instant. So the money is a powerful cushion. Why do you think these guys are missing some of the big fashion shows in Europe? The spring/summer shows for next year are going on right now. They chose to be here because they have the onetime chance to have a very soft landing when it eventually comes. And for guys like Drake, whose modeling time has passed, and for Aleksei, whose career is teetering fast, this opportunity is as good as it gets. Yes, Ian’s paunchy, obnoxious, and self-centered. But he won’t be forever. See the attraction, Amanda? The desperation? The easy way out?”

“Okay, on that note, David Laurant?”

“David’s an interesting one, Amanda. Ian loves his mischievousness, his refusal to feed into all the drama that’s manufactured around here—including Ian’s. Ian has a soft spot for David since he doesn’t kiss up like all the rest. Despite the fact that he comes across as uncaring or arrogant, he’s got a good shot at winning. He’s a very, very good match for Ian.”

“He doesn’t come across as . . . he is arrogant and uncaring. But I have to agree, Aurora, I like that he doesn’t feed on all the bullshit that’s shoveled here. So, psychologically?”

“Just like all the rest, Amanda. I think he stays so cool it would be hard to tell how much he could resent someone like Keith or Aleksei. You saw his reaction when he found Keith dead. Either he is completely unaffected by emotion, or he was doing a hell of an acting job. It would take a complete sociopath to come downstairs after seeing Keith and go back to thumbing through a magazine.”

“But you have to admit, Aurora, the ability to rein in emotions like that would make for a formidable killer. Perhaps he is a sociopath.”

“Chilling, huh?”

“Okay, I was going to say Aleksei next, but that’s a done deal. Keith too.”

“I guess the only thing we could surmise is that Keith supplied drugs to Aleksei in the past. Aleksei looks like he was no longer clean when he died, and it looks like they were having sex the night Keith died.”

“Well, they were either having sex or Keith went to Aleksei’s room with his shirt off to deliver some drugs. In any case, that part of the case is closed. Okay, now we get to my favorite person, Gilles.”

“He has a huge dick.”

“That doesn’t sound like a psychological reason, Aurora.”

“No, but it’s one of the reasons Ian likes him.”

“Aurora, all the guys have huge dicks.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve seen them in swimsuits. The suits these guys wear don’t hide a thing.”

“I know,” Aurora agreed. “They had to pixilate a lot of the bulges for airing on TV.”

“Except for Marcus. Okay size cock, but the steroids have shrunk his balls to the size of pistachios. All sausage, no meatball in that sandwich.”

“I like a good set of low-hanging balls, don’t you, Amanda?”

Like a naughty schoolgirl, I replied, “Oh yeah. My ex had ’em. Loved ’em, but I could barely get them in my mouth sometimes.”

“Isn’t it great, us two girls talking smut like this? I mean, we’re two straight women surrounded by gay men. There’s no one to share our intimate thoughts with.”

“You got that, sister,” I said. Once again, I was liking Aurora more and more. “Now back to Gilles.”

“Yes, Gilles. Classic narcissist. Walking onto the set completely nude!”

“Well, Aurora, it’s one thing to have an inflated sense of self, but it’s another to poison someone else.”

“True, true. But the French mind can be so pragmatic about such things. A job to be done. Finished. Move on. But try and get a Frenchman to reach inside his head and reveal all, forget it. But they’ll show you their cock in a moment’s notice.”

“So you haven’t said if you think Gilles could have poisoned Keith.”

“Yes. You heard him from day one. He wants to win and doesn’t want any competition. In his mind, there isn’t any. So eliminating one more person for a stake in Ian’s fortune is just another business matter to be completed. No regrets. In some ways, he’s the most chilling. His lack of empathy puts David in the shade because it’s just like a steamroller propelled by an overwhelming desire to win, to inflate the ego while the true self suffers, withers. Hitler was like that.”

“Okay. Let’s get on to Ian’s CEO, Lance Greenly.”

“Who?”

“Lance. The one who looks like he’s crying all the time. Receding hairline. Kinda plain.”

“Oh, him. Yes, yes, I know about him, but I didn’t know that was his name. Well, I can tell you one thing, he tolerates the boys that Ian is always letting into his bed. But I think that deep down, he really resents them.”

“Enough to kill them?”

“Definitely. He works all the time. Day and night. Very passive-aggressive.”

“Those are the types who end up killing. All that pent-up frustration. I don’t know about you, Aurora, but if I worked that hard to keep a company afloat and I looked up and saw some himbo stepping to the front of Ian’s gravy train, I’d be pissed.”

“You’d have to be made of ice to let that go by.”

“So you think Lance could kill just out of frustration? I mean, there’s nothing in this whole setup that stands to benefit Lance. He’s not even in the show.”

“I think he would resent a possible heir, Amanda. Murder isn’t always logical. The very act is illogical. Remember that revenge is a very powerful motive. It’s not always about money.”

“True, but money is a much better currency to spend than revenge. I mean, he is the only one who went down to the kitchen that night. Plus, you kill one person like Keith and the rage just pushes everything along by itself. Aleksei would be easy.”

“So that’s everyone,” I added dejectedly.

“You didn’t mention Ian.”

“Ian?!” I remarked. “Aurora, why would you think Ian would kill his own son, then Aleksei?”

“I don’t know, Amanda. I’m a psychologist, not a homicide detective. You’ve got to consider everybody. Why so glum?” she asked.

“I don’t feel like I’m getting anywhere.”

“Yes, you are, Amanda. You’ve discovered that just about everyone in the cast—and at Ian’s company—is capable of having killed Keith.”

“That’s getting somewhere?”

“You know more than you did an hour ago.”

“All I know is that someone went into the potting shed, got a container off the shelf, mixed gopher poison in Keith’s cranberry juice, and the rest is history.”

Aurora thought a minute. “You’re sure of that?”

“Well, that’s the theory, anyway.”

“I’d say you’re making quite a bit of headway if you came up with all of that yourself.”

“I wish it was all of my idea, but the detective came up with a lot of it.”

“So why is he letting you in on everything that’s happening?”

“A guy I’m dating is a detective also, but he’s out of town. So I think for Jerry, it’s a misplaced camaraderie thing. Any friend of my boyfriend, Ken, is a friend of Jerry’s.”

“I see,” she said, getting up to go. “Please keep me in the loop about what’s happening and I’ll be sure to let you know if I think of anything. And do be careful. There’s a madman out there running around.”

“Aurora, I have one last question I have to ask you.” Aurora turned around and came up to me.

“And what is that?” she said, smiling sweetly.

“So who’s out in front? Who’s going to win?”

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. “I’m not going to tell you that.”

“It’s Darryn, isn’t it?” I asked, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“Amanda, extraordinary looks and manners don’t guarantee someone’s going to win. The qualities I’m looking for are those that are a good match for Ian. Darryn’s good qualities can get crushed by someone like Ian. After all, you don’t throw a lamb into a cage with a lion.”

“So what do you put in there instead?”

“A hyena,” she replied, finally letting go of my hand.

“Oh, so it’s back to David, Drake, and maybe Marcus, then?”