The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 44: “Calm before the Storm”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Steven Fraser: mid-40’s, handsome and mature, brown eyes, dark hair, dogged, corporate bearing, businessman and owner of La Hiena

Mindy: late 20’s, blond hair and blue eyes, thin Hollywood chic, ditzy, sex kitten

Mel C’s beautifully poignant ballad “I Turn to You” opens this episode over the following montage, featuring three characters in various states of psychological and emotional distress:

Tears streaming down his face, Heath lies on the floor, his hands repeatedly raking through his raven hair in the hopes that he could jar the unsettling news from his mind. Not only had Tristan cheated on him but had managed to get Estrella pregnant. Try as he might, Heath could not ease away the soreness that stained his heart with this new development. Even though he had adamantly told Dr. Shoai that he was over Tristan, there was a part of him that would always linger in him. But this just proves you’re no good for me. None of this would affect me so deeply if I had stayed with Kyle and felt secure in his love for me. I could always go to him whenever something bothered me. Heath closed his eyes and imagined being back with Kyle, a sensation of warmth at once overtaking him. I know now that you’re my sanctuary…

Enshrouded in a gripping impression of impenetrable fear, Estrella weeps to herself as she senses danger all around her. Unaware of where she was or those who had taken her captive, the only solace she had was hearing Tristan’s voice for those few seconds in which she pled for him to come rescue her, to save the mother of his unborn child. Since she had revealed to him his impending fatherhood, she witnessed a side of Tristan Bersani that had resonated so warmly with her. He was in this for the long run and pledged he would always be there for her now that they would be connected forever through this baby. Tristan, I need you right now. I’m so scared. Please don’t let me down. You gave me your word. I know I can count on you.

Uncertain of his romantic future with Callum, Nathan sits edgily at his desk, his fingertips drumming on its surface as his mind is fevered with unanswered questions. He had already received concrete information that proved Callum had lied to him, but he desired not to believe it. There’s a bond between us. I feel it, and I know he does, yet can I throw away what we’ve started to build together over a few lies of omission? But isn’t that what I’ve done to Brendon? Nathan looks to the framed photo of him with Brendon that still sits on his desk. He reaches his index finger out to it, hoping imaginatively to recapture the magic of those bygone years. Everything was so much simpler then between you and me. We were an indomitable pair. We could take on anything challenging together and come away from it stronger than ever. I could always come to you if ever there were a problem. But I can’t do that now…

PRISCILLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, MIDMORNING

The shrill peal of the doorbell awakened Priscilla from her dream of Brad Pitt making mad, passionate love to her. Rising upright in bed, she placed her hand to her throbbing head and then threw back the covers, the doorbell continuing to ring as she put on her robe.

Priscilla (shouting): OK! OK! This had better be good. (throwing open the door) Brad was in the middle of giving me my fifth orgasm. Oh, Allison, it’s you. What brings you by?

Allison: I’m sorry I woke you. (coming inside) Godfrey called and asked me to check on you. He said you fainted last night.

Priscilla: No thanks to that wretched Callum!

Allison: Godfrey left that part out. I should have known Callum had something to do with this. So what happened?

Priscilla: I confronted him about that DVD. (balling her fists) He just upset me so much.

Allison (coming over to her): Calm down. It may be your blood pressure that caused you to faint. Have you been looked at?

Priscilla: I don’t need to see a doctor. I need a drink.

Allison: I’ll get you some tea. (receives a quizzical look from her) Priscilla, it’s still morning. The most you’re getting is coffee.

Priscilla: Well, be sure and use the creamer in the jar on the refrigerator’s top shelf.

Allison: What’s in it?

Priscilla (winking): Just a special blend from Ireland.

Allison: You’re incorrigible. (leaves the room) I really think you should stay away from Callum and not provoke him.

Priscilla: It’s the other way around, Allison. (the doorbell rings, she goes to answer it, finding a handsome UPS deliveryman) Why hello, Good Looking.

UPS: Priscilla Ashland?

Priscilla: Yes.

UPS (handing her electronic device): Please sign here.

Priscilla: What’ve you brought me? (the handsome man moves aside as he was blocking the gift sent to her, causing her to laugh when she sees it) There must be some mistake. That’s not for me.

She crossed over to the electric cart with the big red ribbon bow wrapped around it. She despised them ever since she walked into a supermarket and one of the managers informed her that their senior patrons had complimentary use of them. Priscilla equated them with wheelchairs for those with mobile restrictions. I’m not old and decrepit. Who the hell would send me one of these? Those damn doctors had better not—. It was at that moment she pulled the card from the seat.

So that you may never have to stumble back home whilst in your alcoholic stupors.

Sincerely, Callum

Allison (coming outside): Priscilla, what is it?

Priscilla (angrily marching back to doorway): A gift from Callum. (shoving card at her) You were saying something about my provoking him. (brushes past her to go back inside the house)

NEAR CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MID-AFTERNOON

Callum came back from Enid’s university around midday. He had a quick lunch and then decided to take the puppy for a walk as it was a lovely, sunny day. He made it about a mile from his home when a car rounded the bend and passed by him, but then made a quick reverse and turned to pull up behind him. Chloe opened the door and rushed over to him.

Callum (angrily): What the hell was that about? Just because you narrowly escaped getting hit doesn’t give you the right to scare others in that manner.

Chloe: I need to speak with you.

Callum (reaching down to pick up puppy): I assume you’ve come for your bitch. Allison behaved herself last night with the exception of that accident on the carpet.

Chloe (confused): Pardon me?

Callum (holding up puppy): I’m just as confused as you as to why Allison hasn’t turned back into her ogress form which we commonly know her by.

Chloe (ignoring his comment): I came here because of Justin. We know he’s with your sister.

Callum: We?

Chloe: Allison, Nathan, and Brendon… we were on Santa Monica Boulevard last night. I personally chased Justin and your sister through some club.

Callum: Aren’t they a bit too old for you? Or have you now upgraded from infants to teens?

Chloe: Say what you will about me, but I won’t allow you to keep Justin from Brendon.

Callum: That’s rich coming from you… asking for a child to be reunited with his guardian, especially since you kidnapped my son!

Chloe: I’m not here to argue with you.

Callum: You’re lucky this dog isn’t trained to attack otherwise you’d be ripped to shreds. At least then Allison (gestures to dog) might eat you.

Chloe gestured to slap him but fell through with the action when she heard someone shouting Callum’s name. They both turned to their left to see Talon running in their direction. He had on sports gear with shorts that accentuated his muscular frame, particularly the firmness of his ass which Callum noticed as he came up to them, gently pushing Callum aside.

Callum (looking at Talon’s outfit): What are you doing?

Talon: I’m training for the Long Beach marathon. What are you doing? (gesturing to Chloe) It looked like she was about to knock the wind out of you.

Chloe (hearing him): I was… right after I got some answers.

Callum: You’re not getting anything from me, you nutcase.

Chloe: Kyle’s onto you and your sister. Both of you won’t get away with this!

Talon: Hold on. Is this about Justin Roberts?

Chloe: Do you know where he is?

Talon: Don’t answer that, Talon. She’s just trying to throw her weight around like her obnoxious partner Allison. (looking down to puppy) Not you, dear.

Chloe: You leave Allison out of this.

Callum: Are you not back with her? Or have you gone back to receiving “whorgasms” from Estrella?

Talon (sidling between them as Chloe aggressively moves toward Callum): That’s enough, Callum. (turning to her) Please pay him no mind.

Chloe: Take your hands off me. Who the hell are you anyway? His new bodyguard?

Talon: I’m actually his partner.

Chloe: Partner? (turning to Callum) What happened to you and Nathan? He’s under the impression that—

Talon: Nathan’s no longer in the picture. Callum loves me and has made his decision.

Callum: Talon!

Talon (ignoring him): And I would appreciate your not upsetting him any further. (sees defiance in her body language) As for Justin Roberts, I’ll personally see to it that he safely gets back home.

Chloe: I’m not sure I can trust a word out of either your mouths. It doesn’t matter anyway. (moves to her car) The police are involved now. (gets in and drives off)

Callum: How dare you! (notes Talon’s facial reaction) I had that under control.

Talon: But she was—

Callum: I know what she was doing, but you just had to ride in on your white horse and save me. (reaches down to pick up puppy and shoves her into Talon’s arms) Here! You walk her since you seem to have a way dealing with bitches. (storms off, leaving Talon with shocked expression)

HOLLYCOVE PREPARATORY SCHOOL, LATE AFTERNOON

Nathan made it back to the academy, upset with himself for letting Talon get to him. He was saying such provocative things. I overreacted. Thank goodness Callum or Edward weren’t there to witness that display of violence. But what if he was speaking the truth? What was he doing at the house? And where is Callum? And what’s this about his sister? Is any of it true? These endless questions prevented him from even thinking about his lunch. He had a meeting at two, and all through it he found himself thinking about Justin, Callum, and his mysterious sister. When the meeting was over, he rang up his friend who worked in the USC Admissions Department. She was able to confirm with him that Enid Sutcliffe was an incoming freshman who enrolled at the last minute before term started.

So it’s true. His sister is in town. Did she decide not to go to Oxford? Or was that decision rendered to her as a result of her supposed ties with drugs? The questions were giving Nathan a headache. He looked to the framed photo on his desk. It was an image of him and Brendon. He then looked to the clock on the wall. It was nearing five. Most of the students were gone, and Nathan’s secretary came in to tell him she was going home and that he had a visitor waiting for him. It was Brendon.

Nathan: Send him in. (moments later as he enters) Any word yet?

Brendon (negatively shaking his head): Kyle says he’s on it. (sits in chair in front of Nathan’s desk) I wanted to thank you for being there for me last night.

Nathan (reaches hand across desk to take hold of Brendon’s): I’ll see you through this.

Brendon: B-But you said you didn’t want to get—

Nathan: I know what I said, but I can’t leave you like this. I saw how much stress you were under last night. This is really tearing you up.

Brendon (squeezing his hand): You were always such a thoughtful man.

Nathan: Well, I trust that Kyle knows what he’s doing. He’ll find Justin. (hears his own stomach growl) Would you like to get some dinner? Does La Hiena sound good to you?

Brendon: Sure. It’s one of our old haunts.

Nathan: Good, I’m starving. I missed out on lunch. (gets his coat, shuts down computer, and they leave)

MELROSE AVENUE SHOPPING DISTRICT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EARLY EVENING

Estrella had just finished shopping on Melrose, and although she adored the fashion of Rodeo Drive, her clients had influenced her to try the trendier, chic threads sold on that fabled avenue in West Hollywood. The one gripe she had was finding a parking space, which she eventually discovered on a residential street a few blocks from the shops. To her surprise, she purchased many stylish articles of clothing that accentuated her remarkably svelte figure. The excursion did much to take her mind off her growing anxiety over Tristan.

When she finished it was already dusk and her hands were filled with shopping bags. She dreaded the walk to the car but figured people would enviously stare her down, desiring both her body and purchasing power as evidenced by the numerous bags in her possession. She hadn’t thought much of her safety as she crossed into the darkened residential area and barely unleashed a shriek when she felt strong hands clamp over her mouth. It had all happened so fast. Then the cloth was forced over her nostrils, and she didn’t remember anything.

When she finally came to, her eyes saw darkness seconds before she realized it was a blindfold and sensed there was someone near her. She tried to move her arms, but realized they were bound to the chair on which she sat.

Estrella (whimpering): H-Hello. Please let me go.

Rodrigo: Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you as long as you cooperate.

Estrella: What do you want from me?

Rodrigo: You’re just collateral.

Estrella: For what?

Rodrigo: Your boyfriend needs persuading that I mean business.

Estrella: Boyfriend? You mean Tristan? Where is he?

Rodrigo (looking at video): It appears he’s trying to escape. I think it’s time he knows who’s in charge.

It was at this moment that Tristan received the phone call from Rodrigo and heard the pleas of Estrella. He hastily agreed to Rodrigo’s terms.

Rodrigo (into phone): I knew you would see things my way. (hangs up, turns to blindfolded Estrella) Don’t cry, Bella. You’ll be safe as long as your Italian stallion follows my orders.

Estrella couldn’t keep herself from crying. She finally knew what was keeping Tristan from her and the explanation for his cryptic communication with her. She only wanted to feel the warmth, strength, and protection of his muscles but feared neither she nor Tristan would have such an opportunity for a reunion.

TAYLOR’S TASTEFUL SALON, WEST HOLLYWOOD, NEXT MORNING

The Presets’ “This Boy’s in Love” opens this scene as morning sunlight comes to Taylor’s boutique.

Taylor (taking page torn from magazine): So this is how you want to look now?

Iain: Yes. It’s Brian’s new look.

Taylor: Does Mr. Molko know you’re modeling yourself after him?

Iain: Taylor, you’ve been doing me up like him for nearly two years now. Why does this surprise you?

Taylor: Because there’s something different about you.

Iain: I just want to look my best. That’s all.

Taylor: Bullshit! You forget nothing gets passed these bitch’s eyes. I see everything. I know everything. Spit it out, young man. Who are you trying to impress? Some emo boy or girl?

Iain (playfully): Maybe. Look, I’ve been seeing someone. He stayed the night with me a few times.

Taylor: Anything happen between you two?

Iain (bowing his head): N-No. Well, I did kiss him, but then he punched me.

Taylor: Damn! That’s only fine if it’s a prelude to some good rough sex. I’m guessing in your case it didn’t get that far.

Iain (feeling ashamed): I shouldn’t have told you. (rising from seat)

Taylor (pushing him back down): Boy, I’m your hairdresser. You’re supposed to tell me everything, and there’s nothing to be ashamed about. There are plenty of fish in the sea. You’ll find your match. Just give it time.

Iain: Thanks, Taylor.

Taylor: Now let’s get you looking like Brian. (looking up) Shit!

Iain (alarmed): What is it?

Taylor: It’s not you. (staring through glass door) What’s this bitch’s problem?

Taylor’s eyes were glued to the image of Priscilla Ashland in an electric cart stationed outside the door. Taylor rushed over to it, opening it wide enough for Priscilla’s entrance, the machine accidentally rolling over Taylor’s feet, eliciting a piercing cry.

Taylor: You clumsy—

Priscilla: I’m sorry. I’m still trying to figure out how to work this thing.

Taylor: Why are you in it? Are you injured?

Priscilla: No, I’m perfectly fine. It was a gift from Callum.

Iain (turning to her): Callum Sutcliffe?

Priscilla: You know him? (sees him nod that he does)

Taylor: In case you’re also deaf, he speaks with an English accent.

Priscilla: That explains it then. All Brits know each other.

Iain: That’s not true.

Priscilla (her eyes sweeping over his androgynous appearance): Who are you? One of Taylor’s protégés?

Taylor: Iain’s one of my loyal customers. I was just about to do him up.

Priscilla: Well, I’m next. I want to look spectacular for tomorrow night’s event. Godfrey’s my date.

Taylor: Did you stock up on those little blue pills?

Priscilla: Yes, and I got the Spanish fly you gave me.

Iain (sticking fingers in ears): Too much information!

Priscilla (pressing control for cart to move toward Iain): Just how do you know Callum?

Iain: He used to date my uncle Talon. Actually, I think they’re back together.

Priscilla: That’s the first I’ve heard of this.

Taylor: Me too! (to Priscilla) I thought you said he was head over heels for Nathan.

Iain: Whenever it comes to Callum, Uncle Talon won’t give up without a fight.

Priscilla (rising from cart to sit in chair next to Iain): Why you don’t tell me more about your uncle? He sounds like a wonderful fellow.

Though he felt awkward about it, Iain obliged her request and foolishly told her all she wanted to know.

ENID’S ROOM, USC DORMITORY, MORNING

Enid felt terrible about alienating Iain. She hadn’t heard from him since yesterday when she laid blame on him for what happened at the club. She tried ringing him but he would never answer. He’s avoiding me and rightfully so. I was being a spiteful cow, using him as a scapegoat. I instigated this whole mess. Justin would never have run off I hadn’t pressured them to kiss. The thought of Justin made her want to reach out to him, but she still feared her brother’s wrath as he was very clear that she was to stay away from Justin. Well, I don’t think a phone call would break my promise to Callum. I need to know that everything’s all right. To her amazement, Justin answered on the first ring.

Enid: Justin! Are you okay?

Justin (tersely): I’m fine.

Enid: Look, I’m really sorry about what happened the other night. I didn’t mean to—

Justin: Let’s just drop it. I’m cool with everything.

Enid: Liar!

Justin: I don’t’ want to talk about it, okay? I only answered this time because I saw how worried you were getting in your texts.

Enid: Is my brother—

Justin: Everything’s okay. Callum’s well… he’s Callum. What else is there to say? This place sure beats the college dorms.

Enid: What about your father?

Justin: What about him?

Enid: He won’t stop looking for you. He’s already threatening Callum.

Justin: Callum can take care of himself. As for Brendon, he won’t be able to do anything once my real mother’s back in the picture.

Enid: What?

Justin: Callum claims he’s found her. She can stop Brendon from sending me away.

There came a knock at Enid’s door. She rose to answer it, still holding the phone pressed against her ear, only to find Kyle standing in the doorway.

Kyle: Enid Sutcliffe?

Enid (hesitantly): Y-Yes?

Kyle: My name is Detective Walgrove.

Justin (through phone): That’s Kyle. Be careful with him. Don’t say anything about me.

Enid: I’ll call you back. (snaps phone shut) How may I help you?

Kyle: May I come inside? (she nods and he enters) I need to speak with you about Justin Roberts.

Enid: Who?

Kyle (mildly elevating voice): Justin Roberts. You do know him, right?

Enid: Is it a crime if I do?

Kyle: No, it’s not. (takes deep breath) But I’m guessing you know he’s a runaway.

Enid (moves over to her desk): Should I have legal representation here?

Kyle: That won’t be necessary, Enid. I can call you that? (sees her nod) I know your brother Callum. We’re part of the same running club.

Enid (testily): I thought you were here because of Justin.

Kyle: I need to know where he is.

Enid: I don’t know.

Kyle: You were seen with him the other night in West Hollywood at OUTRAGE.

Enid: And?

Kyle: How close are you with him?

Enid: We’re just friends.

Kyle: Your student ID card was found near his bedroom.

Enid: What are you insinuating, Detective?

Kyle: You’ve obviously been seeing him for a while. There was a report that a boy was possibly staying in this dorm with you. Might that have been Justin?

Enid: That was a false accusation. The Housing Council found no one here.

Kyle: This is really important, Enid. We need to find him. He could be in serious trouble.

Enid: I’m sure he’s fine.

Kyle: And how are you so sure of this?

Enid (hesitantly): H-He looks the type that can fend for himself.

Kyle: Justin’s father seems to think your brother’s behind this. You look like an upstanding, intelligent young woman. So I ask myself, what could you possibly have in common with Justin?

Enid: What are you on about, Detective?

Kyle: Did Callum put you up to this?

Enid: Don’t make me laugh. My big brother may be able to make people do what he wants, but I’m not one of them.

Kyle: A few weeks back you were treated for a drug overdose at a rave downtown… the same one where Justin was apprehended from.

Enid: Just what exactly are you implying?

Kyle: That there’s more to this story than you’re letting on.

Enid: Detective, allow me to hazard a guess that my big brother’s pissed you off a few times—cutting you down to size—and now you’re trying to throw your weight around me in some vain attempt to win back your pride. I may be younger than Callum, but I’m just as sharp as he is.

Kyle: I’m just doing my job. My feelings about Callum don’t factor into this.

Enid: Well, I’ve said all I have to say. I don’t know where Justin is, and I haven’t seen him since the other night. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get ready for lab.

Kyle (handing her his card): Call me if you hear from him. (he leaves room, prompting Enid to unleash a deep sigh as she goes in search of phone)

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, MORNING

Heath was just coming back to his room from breakfast when he found his door ajar. Knowing that he had closed it, he carefully pushed into it and entered the room, his eyes surprised at the sight before him. Derek the nurse was feverishly rumbling through his drawers and cabinets. Heath’s voice disturbed him from his frenzied task.

Heath: What the hell are you doing?

Derek (coming over to him): Where is it?

Heath: Get out my room!

Derek: I know you have it.

Heath: Do you mean the crystal? Or was it coke?

Derek (angrily getting in his face): Give it to me now!

Heath: I can’t. I don’t have it.

Derek (pushing into him): Liar!

Heath (shouting): Don’t touch me!

Derek: I’ll do more than that if you don’t hand it over!

Trey (coming into the room, having seen them from the hall): What’s going on in here?

Heath: Your fuck buddy’s attacking me.

Trey (confused): What? (looks to Derek) Why?

Heath: He’s mad because I flushed the drugs down the toilet.

Trey: What are you talking about?

Heath: Don’t act stupid with me, Trey. I saw you two the other day. You gave him something.

Trey: I don’t know what you saw, but you’re wrong.

Heath: Yeah, I was wrong… to flush the evidence away, but now I know you two are up to no good.

Derek (aggressively comes over to him): You—(held back by Trey)

Heath: I should let you both know that my boyfriend works for LAPD. So I would stop issuing me threats.

Trey (gestures to Derek) Look, he didn’t mean you any harm.

Heath (facetiously): And neither did you when you forced you way into my bed.

Trey: I told you I was sleepwalking.

Heath: Yeah, I bet! Why don’t you both go before I call the head administrator?

Trey (exchanges looks with Derek): You heard him. Let’s go. (Derek reluctantly crosses to Trey and they both leave, Heath unleashing a heavy sigh with their departure… once on other side of door) What the hell were you thinking?

Derek: He’s got it. I know he does.

Trey: Didn’t you hear him? He flushed it away.

Derek: What are we going to do about him? You heard him. He could go to the cops.

Trey: Don’t worry about it. He won’t. I’ll see to it that he doesn’t.

JEREMY DODD’S HOME, SANTA MONICA, LATE MORNING

Mike Kirkland rose early and drove the long distance from Silver Lake to Santa Monica, stopping along the way at a bakery to purchase some pastries. Jeremy Dodd was as usual all smiles when he opened the door after the first knock. Mike warmly greeted him, the box of pastries ostentatiously opened for the elder man’s eyes to feast on.

Jeremy: Come inside, Mike. Can I get you some coffee?

Mike (setting down box of pastries): No thanks. I have to get into work soon.

Jeremy: You’ve gone in the wrong direction.

Mike: Pardon?

Jeremy: You work in downtown LA. Why did you drive all the way to the coast? What’s so important you had to see me?

Mike: Nothing gets past you. (pause) It’s about the event.

Jeremy: Are you excited about it?

Mike: Not really. Austin dropped me from the program.

Jeremy: I saw that in the last update.

Mike: Did you object to it?

Jeremy (taking off glasses): I can see this has you upset.

Mike: I was promised this gig several weeks ago and now the rug’s been pulled out from under me at the last minute. Can’t you do something about it?

Jeremy: Mike, you know Austin is in charge.

Mike: But it’s your event!

Jeremy: I trust Austin’s judgment. Perhaps you could do the music next time. (coming over to him) Look, tomorrow night’s going to be a great evening for us all. I hope you can put aside your disappointment and help make it a success. What’s more important than full equality?

Mike (shoving hands in pockets): You’re right. (tries to hide his continued disappointment) Anyway, I should get to work. (moves to door)

Jeremy: Thanks for the pastries. (spoken to the sound of the slamming door)

STARBUCKS COFFEE, WEST HOLLYWOOD, MORNING

Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” with its suitable lyrics opens this scenes as Rodrigo knocks on Callum’s bedroom door, which opens with the golden sunlight framing Callum’s stunning body—in Rodrigo’s mind—although he was dressed in black running shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and running shoes.

Callum: Are you ready?

Rodrigo: Thanks for agreeing to this.

Callum: I need to get back into my exercise routine. (sotto voce) And away from Talon!

Rodrigo (putting hand on Callum’s shoulder): C’mon. Let’s go. I want to beat the heat.

They took a popular route in the Hollywood Hills, each one occasionally gaining speed over the other as they rounded certain bends or ascended particular elevations. Rodrigo did all this with a grin on his face, basking in both the morning sunlight and the warmth of Callum’s presence.

Rodrigo (daringly): Race you to the bottom.

It was another two miles before they reached Sunset Boulevard, both of them sweating and out of breath. Callum suggested Rodrigo rest while he went to get them some water, pointing to the Starbucks on the corner. This is how it’s meant to be, Callum. Just you and me together. I saw how much you enjoyed our time now. It could always be this way. No, it will be this way. After tomorrow no one will come between us.

Callum waited an interminable amount of time before reaching the counter where he ordered two bottled waters and an iced coffee. He crossed over to the waiting area and a moment later heard his name being called over the noise of the morning crowd in search of their caffeine fix. He spun around to see it was Nathan, at once a chill running through him.

Callum: N-Nathan.

Nathan: Are you training for Long Beach?

Callum: No, I just felt like running this morning.

Nathan: Look, I’m really sorry about flaking on you the other evening.

Callum: It’s fine. I’m sure whatever kept you away was important.

Nathan: I was with Brendon.

Callum (turns to get his order): Y-You were?

Nathan: We were out looking for Justin. He may have been with your sister the other night.

Callum (suddenly drops his order, the iced coffee spilling on floor): Shit!

Nathan (bending down to pick up rolling bottles of water): I’ve got it. (rising) Why didn’t you tell me she was in LA?

Callum (to employee): Could you get someone to clean this mess? (to Nathan) She surprised us all when she decided to come here for university.

Nathan: Have you spoken with her? She may know where Justin is.

Callum: She doesn’t. The police were at her dormitory yesterday. Nathan, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her.

Nathan (handing him water bottles): Were you told I came by for a visit the other day? Your ex and I had a little chat.

Callum (nervously): Y-You did?

Nathan (looking him in the eye): Callum, is there something I should know about?

Callum: What do you mean?

Nathan: He said—

Callum (cutting him off): What did Talon tell you?

Nathan: Is it true you slept with him? (silent pause) You don’t have to say anything. Your face says it all. (turns to move away)

Callum (taking his arm): Nathan, please let me explain.

Nathan (removing Callum’s hand, jerking away): What’s there to explain?

Rodrigo (appearing behind them): Is something wrong? (staring at Nathan)

Nathan: No, there isn’t. I was just leaving. (grabs his coffee and promptly exits)

Callum shoved the water bottle at Rodrigo and then rushed after Nathan but was unable to catch him through the throng of impatient customers. He started back on his way home, oblivious that he was leaving Rodrigo behind him. Rodrigo was held up by the phone call he just received from Austin, who needed him at the venue as soon as possible. I saw how Nathan treated you, Callum. He’ll pay for that along with all the others. I must get to Austin. I can’t wait to take care of him like I did that whiny Drake.

LOS ANGELES POLICE STATION, NOONTIME

Kyle was about to leave for lunch when he met Bralen coming into the station, pushing through the glass doors, his hand looped through a plastic bag, a heavenly aroma wafting from its contents. Kyle gestured for him to go outside where Bralen quickly kissed him and handed him the bag.

Bralen: I thought you might be hungry. It’s all your favorites… pot roast, mashed potatoes, carrots and green beans.

Kyle (skeptically): Did you—

Bralen: No, I didn’t prepare it so it’s safe to eat.

Kyle (laughing): I didn’t mean it like that.

Bralen: So how’s everything? Making any progress with Justin?

Kyle: I questioned Callum’s sister.

Bralen: How’d that go? Did she clam up? I hope you gave her the third degree.

Kyle: She’s just a kid, but she’s definitely hiding something.

Bralen: So you think she has a part in his disappearance? I bet she and Callum are working together.

Kyle: She shot me down on that one. I think she and Justin are an item, and she’s keeping quiet for him.

Bralen (whistling): That won’t go well with either Callum or Brendon.

Kyle: Well, I need to find Justin so that I can then find Tristan.

Bralen: So he’s still missing?

Kyle: I have a feeling his case is somehow connected to Chloe’s attack. (hears Bralen’s phone ring) You might want to answer that.

Bralen (pulling out phone to see the caller is Nurse Carmen from Shady Palms): She can wait.

Kyle: Anyway, I should get back inside. Thanks for the lunch. (kisses him)

Bralen (winking): You can pay me back tonight. (once Kyle’s away, pulls out phone and dials number) You’re finally calling me back, Carmen. (pause) I need an update on Heath.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EARLY EVENING

Mindy moaned at the top of her lungs as her body quivered in an ecstatic outpour of carnal sensation. She felt Vincenzo’s stiffness deeply penetrate her as she writhed back and forth until she at last felt him achieve climax at which point she rolled onto her side.

Mindy: I’ll be ready for the next round in ten.

Vincenzo (groaning): Oh, Bella, perhaps later.

Minday (cozying up next to him): What’s more important than fucking me?

Vincenzo: I’m tired.

Mindy: Liar! You’re a stallion. You never get tired.

Vincenzo: I’ll pay you.

Mindy: Vinny, we’ve been through this before. You don’t have enough money. Do you know how much my little Fefe cost?

Vincenzo (angrily getting out bed): It’s your fault she’s lost.

Mindy: Excuse me!

Vincenzo: You wanted to go fuck in the bushes.

Mindy: And you said you tied her leash to the bench. You know what? It doesn’t matter now. My baby’s gone, but you’re paying me back with sex. We start back in six minutes.

Mindy laid back against the pillows. At that moment the doorbell rang. Vincenzo slipped into boxers and rushed to the door, opening it to Brendon. They briefly exchanged looks, Brendon’s eyes greedily sizing up the Adonis who stood before him, taking special note of the muscular physique and the protuberant bulge in the boxers. He wondered who this spectacular specimen of hotness could be, initially thinking he was a trick Tristan had picked up off the street.

Brendon: Is Tristan here?

Vincenzo: No, he’s not.

Brendon: Who are you? His new roommate?

Vincenzo: No, I’m his brother Vincenzo.

Brendon (smiling): I now see the resemblance.

Vincenzo (proudly flexing his muscles): But I’m more handsome.

Mindy (coming into room): There you are. (wrapping her arms around his torso)

Brendon: When do you expect him back? I need to speak with him.

Mindy (butting in): He’s gone missing. We haven’t seen in several days.

Vincenzo (angrily removing her arms from him): Go back to the bed!

Mindy (not fazed by his anger): We’ll start back in a few minutes. (kisses his cheek and then sashays back to the room in her cotton white panties)

Brendon: I can see you’re busy. (pulling out his business card) If Tristan comes back, have him call me. (looking him in the eye) Also, have you ever considered a career in modeling or acting? If so, contact me sometime for a meeting.

Vincenzo (accepting card): Thanks.

Brendon turned and walked away just as Vincenzo looked down to read his business card. Immediately his blood boiled at the identity of the man with whom he had just spoken. Brendon Roberts! That’s the bastard who blackmailed Vittoria! She told me all about what he did to her and Tristano, forcing them into a lifestyle neither wanted. He’s part of the reason she’s gone… my first love! And now he’s trying to draw me in. I promised Vittoria I would help her out this mess but was too late. Well, it’s never too late for revenge. When Mindy came into the room, all horned up for their next round, Vincenzo testily dismissed her. He grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt and quickly left the apartment to go for a long run and walk that would eventually land him in Silver Lake.

S.S. CAMARADERIE, WILL ROGERS PIER, SANTA MONICA, NEXT MORNING

The day of the event finally arrived, and Austin rose early to be on site. He had managed to get much done yesterday with Rodrigo’s help, and he fully anticipated a successful evening. Despite all his optimism, the beginning of his day was marred by an unexpected visit from Steven Fraser, owner of La Hiena and writer of the scathing article about Austin’s boycott campaign. Dressed in khakis, a navy polo shirt, and a black sports coat, he looked as if he had just come off the links.

Austin (civilly extending hand for handshake): What brings you by? The event isn’t until this evening.

Steven (shaking his hand): That’s right. Big night ahead for you.

Austin: I take it you’re not coming.

Steven (laughing): After all the attacks you’ve made against me and my company, you expect me to show up in support. (acidly) That’s some wishful thinking.

Austin: I read your editorial in the newspaper. I guess your businesses are taking a hit.

Steven: In spite of your attempts to vilify me, I still have the patronage of the gay community.

Austin: It’s dwindling. Before long you’ll really feel the pinch.

Steven: Your friends Brendon Roberts and Nathan Moynihan dined at La Hiena last night. They’re one of our devoted regulars… been coming for years.

Austin: I’ll be sure to have a word with them about that.

Steven: Why are you doing this? Are you that—

Austin: Mad as hell? Yes, I am. I’m mad at people like you who have all their basic rights, taking them for granted, not once thinking of those less fortunate who are affected by the prejudiced system.

Steven: Hey! Don’t blame that on me!

Austin: You’re contributing to it. The courts believed in fairness last spring, but now that’s all threatened by this new proposition.

Steven: I don’t know how they do things in Massachusetts, but here it’s different. The people decide what they want. They wanted Davis out of office, they got it. If they want marriage to be between a man and a woman, that’s what they’ll get.

Austin: And is that what you want? You have yet to go on record vocally advocating Prop 8, yet there’s documentation of a contribution you made to the campaign.

Steven: I’m warning you to keep my business out of this.

Austin: If it’s the will of the people to avoid your restaurants, who are you to protest? (volunteer comes to Austin asking for something) Now, Steven, if you don’t mind, I must get back to work. You have a good day. (turns, walks away, seeing a sneer on Steven’s face)

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, MID AFTERNOON TO EARLY EVENING

Heath: I wish you the best tonight.

Lindsay (hugging him): I wish you could come. How are things here? Trey still giving you a hard time?

Heath: I don’t want to talk about him. (mood changes) Hey, did you give my letter to Kyle?

Lindsay: Yeah, I went by there. Kyle wasn’t there, but I left it with his roommate.

Heath: Roommate? He doesn’t have a roommate.

Lindsay: It was Bralen Jones. He said he would give it to Kyle. Did I do something wrong? I assumed it was okay to leave it with him.

Heath: No, it’s fine. Bralen’s a good friend. I-I’m just surprised Kyle hasn’t responded.

Lindsay: He’s probably busy with this event tonight. I’m sure he’ll be there. You sure you don’t want to come with me?

Imogen Heap’s “First Train Home” starts playing as Heath hesitantly shakes his head and declines her invitation. At that moment, she received an important call on her phone that required her immediate attention. There was an appointment she couldn’t miss so she kissed Heath goodbye. He stood against the wall for a moment, thinking of Kyle and the fact he would be just miles down the coast tonight. The thought both thrilled and saddened him. I know I should have said “yes” to Lindsay, but I need to concentrate on getting better. Speaking of which, I should go take my meds. As he rounded the corner to the nurses’ station, he heard the loud voice of Nurse Wanda, talking with Nurse Carmen. Out of instinct, he stopped in his tracks and eavesdropped on their conversation.

Wanda: Girl, you look good! Your butt and tummy both look firmer. And you got that way with pilates?

Carmen: Well, I told you I have a free year’s pass at Malibu Pilates courtesy of its owner.

Wanda: All because you took some cheap ring from one of the patient’s bedrooms?

Carmen: Look, I don’t know what he wanted with it, but you said it yourself, I do look much better now that I’m taking these classes.

Wanda: Shit! I wish I could get a deal like that.

Carmen: Maybe you could. You know I’m going on vacation for the next two weeks. He needs someone to give him updates on Mr. Alcott’s condition.

Heath couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nurse Carmen was the one who took his ring on Bralen’s orders. What the hell is that about? I haven’t heard much from Bralen since I arrived here, but he’s paying the staff to keep tabs on me. What’s going on? Lindsay gave my letter to him instead of Kyle. Did he purposely not give it to him?

Nurse Carmen (to Wanda): Here… I tell you what. I’ll call him right now and tell him you’ll temporarily fill him in while I’m away.

Heath stood there as she dialed Bralen and spoke with him, detailing the arrangement she had just made with her colleague. Though Heath couldn’t hear what Bralen was saying, it was the conspiratorial nature of if all that deeply unsettled him. He waited until they finished before he quickly rushed to the nurses’ desk, Carmen reactively putting her cell phone down as Wanda leaves the area.

Carmen: Mr. Alcott, how may I help you?

Heath: It’s time for my meds.

Carmen: Oh yeah, that’s right. (rising from desk) Let me get those for you. (turns away)

Heath (quickly snatching her phone from desk): Take your time. (turns and runs down the hall, pushing into door that leads outside to garden)

He took a deep breath and sat down on the bench, trying to think of why he acted as he did. The phone nearly slipped from his sweaty palm. He wiped it down with his shirt and then flipped it open, hitting the control for the last number dialed. Bralen picked up on the second ring.

Bralen (testily): Carmen, what is it now? I told you already I don’t want anyone else in on this!

Heath: And what would that be, Bralen?

Bralen: Who is this?

Heath: It’s Heath. Remember me? (hears muffled sound of phone falling to ground)

Bralen (picking up phone, nervousness in his voice): H-Heath, how’s it going?

Heath: Didn’t Carmen tell you in her latest update? (pause) Look, Bralen, I don’t know what you two are up to, but I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home soon. You can tell Kyle yourself if he hasn’t read my letter yet, but I’m guessing it never got into his hands.

Carmen (bursting through the doors outside): Hey, you, that’s my phone!

Bralen: Heath, what’s going on? (hears phone disconnected, starts to panic)

Carmen (to Heath): Give that back!

Heath (drops phone to ground and steps on it, breaking it): There! It’s yours.

Carmen: You idiot!

Heath: That should be about the cost of my cheap ring, don’t you think? (turns to go)

Carmen: I’ll report you for this.

Heath (turning back): Go ahead. I’m leaving this place, and I’ll tell the press and the head administrator about your little arrangement with Bralen. (sees her shut her mouth and then heads to the door) And by the way, your ass could use a little more work. I’ll let Bralen know that tonight when I see him. (rushes inside to his room)

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EARLY TO LATE AFTERNOON

Callum stayed in his bedroom most of the morning, writing in his notebook, the lined paper of which was dotted with the many tears he shed each time he thought of Nathan and what happened yesterday. The pain in his eyes kept flashing through Callum’s mind. I hurt him pretty badly. I never meant for any of this to happen. At least I’m temporarily rid of Eleanor after conjuring some minor catastrophe in London that needed her immediate attention. Now if only I could do the same about Talon.

There came a knock at the door, and Callum rose from bed to open it. Talon stood on the other side, holding a tray with tea and biscuits on it. Callum tried his best to hold back his disdain.

Talon (coming inside): You didn’t come down for lunch.

Callum: It’s my house. I don’t have to eat downstairs.

Talon (setting tray on table): What’s wrong? (goes over to wrap his arms around him) You were silent at dinner last night.

Callum (pulling away from him): Why’d you tell him?

Talon: Pardon me?

Callum: Nathan! You just couldn’t wait to tell him that you had me.

Talon (swallowing over lump in his throat): It’s for the best. (turns to pour a cup of tea)

Callum: For whom? You?

Talon (extending cup to Callum): No, for you. Can’t you see he’s not right for you?

Callum (refusing tea): That’s not your decision to make!

Talon: Please calm down. This isn’t worth getting worked up over. It’s not like you really love. You did sleep with me.

Callum (raking hands through his hair): Is that your logic for everything? Because I’m intimate with you, we’re meant to be together?

Talon (coming over to him, sitting on bed beside him): You wanted me every time we were together, and the other day you wanted me badly. I felt it. You felt it. (moves in to kiss him)

Callum (moving away): The only thing I felt was emotional blackmail.

Talon: Who said anything about blackmail?

Callum: You’re holding this over my head, Talon.

Talon (moves over, kisses Callum’s neck): I’m not holding anything but your heart. (pulls away to look into Callum’s eyes) Stop lying to yourself. You want to be with me.

Callum: I want you to stay out of my affairs. I don’t need you interfering with me and Allison, Chloe, Justin, Brendon, or Nathan. However, you’re more than welcome to go back to Tristano.

Talon: You know you can really put up a good front, but I know you inside and out. You do have feelings for me. What we shared the other day was magical.

Callum: What we shared the other day could also destroy everything I’ve built… and you know I’m not talking just about the sex.

Talon: I told you your secrets are safe with me. Eleanor won’t hurt you and neither will I.

Callum (grabs his coat as tears fill his eyes): You already have, Talon. (rushes from room with Talon following closely behind him)

Talon (following him down the stairs): Where are you going?

Callum: I need to get out of here. (throws open the front door and goes outside to his car, Talon following him and going to the passenger side) And where do you think you’re going?

Talon: To the ends of the earth if it means winning you back. Callum, you can’t leave me like this. I’m lost without you. Was it wrong of me to tell Nathan? (coming around car to face him) Maybe. But there’s nothing wrong with letting someone know how you feel about them. (wraps his arms around Callum) I won’t lose you again. (leans in to kiss him, Callum giving into the passion as the warm sunshine beams down upon them)

Callum (pulls away as he looks up at the mansion to see Rodrigo staring down at them through a window on the top floor): I-I need to go. I want to wear something new for tonight.

Talon: I’ll come with you. (smiling) And I’m not taking no for an answer. In fact, I’ll drive you. (taking keys from Callum)

Acquiescing, Callum walked around the car and got into the passenger seat. He looked to the window and saw that Rodrigo had gone. Callum couldn’t figure out why he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine but a few hours later he most certainly would.

ANGELES NATIONAL FOREST, MIDMORNING

Although she couldn’t see him, Estrella had felt calmer last night when Tristan was allowed in the room. The kidnappers, for obvious reasons, had kept her blindfolded. Her sense of touch was greatly sharpened so that when Tristan’s strong hands took hold of her delicate ones while whispering “Bella” into her ear, she couldn’t resist the flood of tears that came to her eyes, wetting the cloth bound around her face.

Tristan (hands cradling her head): Are you okay? Did they hurt you?

Estrella: Tristan, I’m scared.

Tristan (hugging her): Don’t worry. I’m going to get us out of this mess. (kisses the crown of her head)

Estrella: Please help me.

Tristan: I won’t let anything happen to you or the baby.

Rodrigo: I hate to break up this little reunion, but Tristan’s needed in the other room.

Estrella (feeling him pulled away): Tristan, don’t leave me.

Tristan: It’s okay. Don’t cry. I’ll be right back.

Estrella’s hearing was likewise enhanced so that she heard the closing of a door, followed by the elevated voice of her captor. Her ears took in the horrible sound of what she knew to be Tristan being beaten. Moments later he was back by her side for five minutes, holding her hand and giving her promises. She then felt a prick in her arm before dark slumber descended upon her. When she awoke, her ears heard the sound of birds chirping and she felt dampness beneath her, thinking at first she had peed on herself. She raised herself upright, and in that lingering moment as consciousness flushed back into her, Estrella realized that she was no longer held captive.

She was in the middle of some desolate field and now unbound, she raised a hand to her throbbing head to take in her surroundings. She tired to get up, but her feet were still asleep. She called out for Tristan and when no one answered, she screamed for help at the top of her lungs. Moments later she heard heavy footsteps and the crack of raw foliage before a man appeared around a tree. He looked harmless, wearing a white sleeveless shirt and red running shorts, yet her nerves were already frayed and she initially warned him to stay back where he was, several feet from her.

Estrella (shouting to him): Where am I?

Man: Angeles National Forest.

Estrella: What?

Man: Miss, are you okay?

Estrella: Do you have a phone?

Man: Uh, no… not on me. (rushes over to her as she tries to stand on her legs) Here, let me help you.

Estrella: Thanks. (with his help, regains her balance and sits on boulder)

Man: Mind telling me what happened?

Estrella: I need you to get your phone, any phone, I don’t care. I was kidnapped, and I think my boyfriend’s still being held hostage.

Those alarming words spoken, the man rushed off for his phone. Estrella placed her hand upon her tummy and prayed the man would return quickly as she didn’t like being left alone. She was still scared for herself and even more so for Tristan.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EARLY AFTERNOON

Vincenzo finished his last set of pushups, his back muscles glistening in sweat, just as he heard his cell phone ringing. Recognizing the ring tone as the one signaling Mindy, he ignored it and waited for the voicemail prompt. It had been one of her silly calls to inform him that her shift would be ending early today. The girl’s a nymphomaniac. Not that I mind, but I don’t like being blackmailed. Hey, wait, I may have a way out of this. He remembered his run through Silver Lake last night where he went back by the dog park. There was a written notice on the fence that a dog had been found, one that matched Mindy’s dog’s description. He rushed into his bedroom to find the shorts he had worn last night, and dug his hand inside the pocket to pull out the number he had written on a piece of paper. He immediately dialed it, a female’s voice answering in an accent he recognized as English.

He identified himself as the possible owner of the lost dog. Enid sent him a picture of the puppy through her phone, and Vincenzo confirmed that was indeed the lost dog. Enid told him to meet her later that evening at her brother’s home in the Hollywood Hills. Little did Vincenzo know that he would encounter much more than lost pets within the next few hours.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, LATE AFTERNOON

Justin leaned back in the bed, crossing his hands behind his head. He loved the luxury of Callum’s home with its endless amenities. Since coming there, Justin hadn’t really left his room or the wing of the mansion in which it was located. There was a knock on the door, and Godfrey soon entered, carrying a tray, the aroma of a hearty meal at once filling the room. Justin indicated for it to be placed on the table by the bed. Godfrey then made his exit as Justin lifted the lid, instantly getting angry. Shit! I told him I hate that nasty gravy. Justin picked up the plate and crossed to the door, opening it and shouting down the hall for Godfrey, who he saw had already made it to the end of the dark hallway.

The throbbing, beating entry to The Dead Weather’s “Hang You from the Heavens” begins playing as Justin steps out from the room. He darted in the direction Godfrey took only to collide into Rodrigo, who was turning a corner. Both of them fell to the floor, the plate in Justin’s hand falling to the floor where it smashed into pieces with the food strewn everywhere. As Justin straightened himself against the wall, his mind felt a dizzying spell of déjà vu at the tableau before him. The silhouette Rodrigo formed as he quickly rose managed to grip Justin in a moment of terrified silence. He had to force the lone word past his lips.

Justin: Y-You! (finding his voice) You had the gun! You tried to kill Nathan.

Rodrigo (fiercely reaches his hands out for him): Come here!

Squirming back, Justin scrambled to his feet and bolted away back toward his room with Rodrigo hot on his trail. He stubbed his toe along the way, but the pain he felt was lost in the fear seizing his body as Rodrigo advanced upon him. Justin ran past his room and neared the end of the long hallway where the staircase began its descent. His lungs on fire and his chest threatening to burst, Justin dared to jump the banister and slide down. As he was about to do so, he received a welcomed chide from Godfrey, who he hadn’t seen to the right of the staircase.

Godfrey: No running! (grasping Justin’s arm)

Justin: He’s after me!

Godfrey: Who? (turns to look down the hallway where Rodrigo had stopped dead in his tracks)

Justin: He was the one with the gun, trying to kill Nathan. It wasn’t me.

Godfrey: You go downstairs. I’ll take care of it. (moves toward Rodrigo, oblivious to Justin disobediently remaining in place)

Rodrigo (once Godfrey comes up to him): Whatever he told you is a lie.

Godfrey: I know what you’re trying to do, and I won’t let you harm him. I’m onto you and so will Callum soon. (turns to see Justin still standing there) I thought I told you to go down—(caught unawares as Rodrigo’s strong hands grasp around his neck)

Rodrigo (angrily): I won’t let you come between us, Old Man.

Rodrigo hadn’t expected Godfrey to fight back so that when his elbow jabbed sharply back into Rodrigo’s abdomen, he automatically released him. The old man attempted to escape, but Rodrigo grasped onto him and threw him against the wall, the force strong enough to unhook a framed painting, sending it to crash against the floor. Rodrigo knew that Godfrey was no match for his strength, yet a struggle ensued. Justin made a motion to intervene and aid Godfrey.

Godfrey: Stay back! (hurled to the floor) Run!

Justin stood in a paralytic shock at what happened next. As Godfrey tried to rise, Rodrigo had seized a marble bust from the pedestal in the hallway. He brought the heavy piece down upon Godfrey’s crown, blood gushing forth to stain the carpet surrounding his fallen, crumpled body. Rodrigo dropped the bust and looked over to Justin, the red in his eyes jarring Justin from his shock.

Justin: You’re next, kid.

He stepped over Godfrey and came for Justin.

TO BE CONTINUED…