by Katherine Tomlinson
|Illustration by Mark Satchwill|
Illustrated by Mark Satchwill
The police had calmed down when they discovered the gun Alex had brandished was a prop gun. Of course, once they realized it was a prop, they wanted to know where he’d gotten it and that had gotten sticky. He didn’t want to say and they told his lawyer they weren’t going to release him until he did. He might have held out but his wife was close to hysterical by the time she arrived at the station and there didn’t seem to be much point in clamming up.
He’d told the unsmiling detective he’d “borrowed” the gun from the web series he was working on; adding that he’d planned on returning it the following Monday before anyone noticed it was gone. “That’s not going to happen,” the detective had said snarkily.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he’d added.
Well, that was the problem. Alex hadn’t been thinking. He hadn’t had a coherent thought since his son had died.
Not died. Been killed.
The police had kept the gun and that was a problem because it had been established as the weapon the series hero was using and it was the only gun they had.
The producer had wanted to fire Alex but they only had two more episodes to shoot and replacing him would have been a PITA. Alex was playing the hero’s father and he was heavily featured in the storyline.
The mood on the set had not been supportive. Alex’s comments at the job fair had been widely quoted and even with asterisks inserted in place of strategic vowels, any reader could get the picture.
Jeroyd the sound guy had heard about the “nigger” line.
Alicia, the hot girl who played the hero’s fiancée, had heard about the “cunt” remark.
Alex didn’t even try to explain because he knew there was no way he could. He didn’t think of himself as either a racist or a misogynist, but those words had come from somewhere, hadn’t they?
And never mind that he never used words like that. He had used them and there had been witnesses and now there was no unsaying them.