I Play One on TV by Alan Orloff

Author:Alan Orloff
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Down & Out Books

Before the shoot, we’d talked about getting something to eat afterward to discuss our mission to clear Varney’s name.

But after the shoot, after hearing what Kennedy thought about our discovery, the last thing we wanted to do was stuff our faces, so I drove Trinnie and Patch home, and it might have been the quietest ride the three of us had ever taken.

Trinnie managed a goodbye when I dropped her off, which was only slightly better than Patch’s grunt.

I headed for home, trying to make sense of my feelings. Varney had shown up, begging me to hear him out. Then he’d presented a credible story proclaiming his innocence. But if Kennedy was to be believed—along with detectives who’d investigated the case, a jury who’d been at the trial, a judge presiding over the affair, and probably a hundred other people—Varney was stone-cold guilty. I’d wanted to believe his tale. I’d wanted for this to be a cause we could fight for. Free an innocent man! Battle injustice! Was it some kind of proxy for fighting other, larger, injustices in society?

Was I channeling my mother, the lawyer?

When I’d realized Varney was using me, feelings of disappointment and disillusionment and disgust rushed in where hope had taken root. Now that we had to tell Varney we were abandoning him and his wild goose chase, I recognized another feeling gnawing at my insides: Fear. He wasn’t going to be a happy camper.

The light ahead turned red, and I stopped. Behind me, a car eased up to my rear bumper, high-beams blinding me in the mirror. Had I noticed that same car behind me, soon after we’d left the shoot?

Home was straight. When the light turned green, I turned right.

The car behind me turned right, too. It hadn’t had its signal on. I hit the gas and opened up some distance between us. These were residential streets, and the speed limit was twenty-five miles an hour. But it was late and the streets were deserted, so I bumped it to forty-five. The car behind me sped up, too.

At the next intersection, I turned left.

The car on my tail also turned left.

I took the next right. He did, too.

Coincidence? Or had Varney somehow found out we’d talked to Kennedy and he’d set us straight? Did Varney know we were going to give up trying to prove his innocence? And, more importantly, was he going to take out his frustration on me?

I stomped on the gas.

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