Love is Murder Story 01 - Grave Danger by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-28T16:00:00+00:00

Dolls.

Ali suddenly felt as if she’d been pitched into a remake of Indiana Jones, except that she was the explorer, and the bane of her life was dolls, not snakes. Fantasmic Effects created amazing dolls. Dolls as real as life, large or small. Sexy Suzie, the doll that had come alive in the thriller Real Doll was standing in front of Bobo, the mock-up for Emil Lasher, the actor in Death by Clown.

She heard the noise again. She almost laughed aloud. The sound was coming from Bobo’s feet; his motor was on, and he was trying to move, but he was blocked in by Suzie and another doll, one that was covered by a large sheet. She started to reach around Bobo to find the machination cord, but before she could do so, her phone rang. She hit the reply key. “Hello?”

“Ali?”

It was Greg’s voice. She knew it, of course, the moment she heard it. Her blood seemed to run instantly like molten lava and her knees felt weak. Had she willed him to call her? she wondered. No, such things didn’t happen.

“Ali, its Greg.”

“I know. Hey, nice to hear from you.” Casual, she warned herself. Don’t tell the guy you’ve been eating your heart out for him since you packed up and left.

“Get out of there,” Greg said.

“What?”

“Get the hell out of there,” he told her.

“Greg, I’m working. I’m at the studio.”

“Yes, get the hell out.”

She’d started to jerk the sheet off the life-size doll next to Bobo. It fell away as she frowned, thinking that Greg had to be far away, that something had happened near her apartment in Burbank. “Ali!”

She didn’t answer him. At first, she stared in surprise. The doll next to Bobo seemed to be that of a Mexican Day of the Dead skeleton. Then she realized that it was clad in black, with the skeleton painted on the fabric. She couldn’t remember a film in which they’d used such a doll, but….

“I’m here, Greg,” she said, puzzling over the doll.

And then it moved. It didn’t click, whine, or whirr. It moved, raising its arm and its hand, and in the hand was a knife, blood dripping from it….

The arm lashed out suddenly, sending the phone flying from her hand.

“Victor, stop it!” Ali cried out angrily. “You’re not going to scare me off this job!”

“No?” he asked, cocking his black-and-skull-clad head to an angle. “Then I’ll just kill you,” he said cheerfully.

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