Death of a Blue Movie Star by Jeffery Deaver

Author:Jeffery Deaver
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780753167175
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1990-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

His eyes squint, picking up golden light from the sun, as he gazes over the sagebrush and arroyos for signs of Indians or buffalo or strays. His .45 is always on his hip….

Rune was using her fingers as an impromptu camera viewfinder to frame Sam Healy. She waved to him and he ambled slowly toward her.

He’d be great in her film.

There was something different about him today. Two things, in fact. One, he wasn’t somber anymore.

And, two, he gave off some kind of quiet strength she hadn’t seen before in his face.

Then Rune looked past him and she realized why the change. The ten-year-old boy, who Rune had thought just happened to be walking beside him, was undoubtedly Adam, his son. Healy’s face revealed the protective, authoritative, aware nature of a parent.

Sam seemed to stop just short of a hug and a kiss and nodded to her. “Thanks for meeting me. Well, us.”

“Sure,” she answered, wondering why he hadn’t told her he was bringing the boy. Maybe because he’d been afraid she wouldn’t show up.

Healy introduced them and they shook hands. Rune said, “Nice to meet you, Adam.”

The boy said nothing, just looked at Rune critically. Healy said, “Come on, son, what do you say?”

The boy shrugged. “They’re getting younger all the time?”

Rune laughed and Healy, blushing a bit, did too. The successful joke had been delivered so smoothly she knew he’d used it before.

They started down the sidewalk in lower Manhattan.

“You like U2?” Adam asked Rune as they walked along Broadway past the Federal Building. “They’re so totally awesome.”

“Love that guitar! Chunga, chunga, chunga …”

“Oh, yeah.”

Rune said, “But I’m mostly into older music. Like Bowie, Adam Ant, Sex Pistols, Talking Heads.”

“David Byrne, yeah, he’s like your megagenius. Even if he’s old.”

“I still listen to the Police a lot,” Rune said. “I kinda grew up with them.”

Adam nodded. “I heard about them. My mom used to listen to them. Sting’s still around.”

Healy said, “Um … Crosby, Stills and Nash?”

Rune and Adam looked at him blankly.

“Jimi Hendrix? The Jefferson Airplane?”

When he got a stare in response to “The Doors?” Healy said quickly, “Hey, how ’bout some lunch?”

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