On Monday, January 13th after a late shoot, TV/movie star Amy Bloodworth left a sound stage on the lot of New Pictures Incorporated, located in Los Angeles. She was the star of NPIs highly rated and profitable comedy series: "Life In the Ruins." She had the requisite blonde hair, blue eyes and figure that wouldnt quit; she also had a degree in Drama and a certificate from a Professional Actors Training Program from a West Coast university, and a reputation as hard-headed and stubborn. As she walked through the lot on the way to her car, she heard an argument in one of the small alleys between sound stages. She slowed her gait as she approached the alley in question, and peeked around one of the buildings. The lot was well-lit and she could easily identify the studio executives who were fightingJohn Davis, head comptroller, and Paul Everett, vice-president for television. They were arguing about the studios inability to launch another hit like "Life In the Ruins." She had her new digital camera with her so she started to shoot the argument. Before she realized what was happening, it turned deadly; she managed to photograph Davis as he pulled a gun, shot Everett, and then ran to his car at the other end of the alley. Amy was shocked, but gathered her wits about her and called studio security and the police department. She was asked if she thought herself safe if she waited where she was for the officers, and she replied affirmatively. Within fifteen minutes, studio security and a Los Angeles police unit arrived and took charge of the scene; the police officers requested that she wait in the patrol car. Not long after, the crime scene investigation unit arrived, followed closely by Medical Examiner Dr. Amanda Bentley and homicide investigator Lt. Steve Sloan. Bentley and Sloan spoke briefly with the two patrol officers. They pointed to Amy and, while Amanda went to examine the body, Steve approached the patrol unit. Amy saw him and exited the car. Steve showed her his ID and said:

"Ms. Bloodworth, Im Lt. Steve Sloan from Homicide. The two officers tell me that you saw the shooting and can identify the killer. Is this correct?"

"Yes, Lieutenant. The killer is the studio comptroller John Davis. The victim is the vice-president in charge of television, Paul Everett. I also heard part of the argument which led to the shooting. What would you like to know?"

"What you saw and heard. By the way, will the camera in your hand be of ny use in the investigation?"

"Oh, yes. I forgot it. Its a digital camera that Ive been learning to use. Just before I left the set, I inserted a new floppy in order to get some art shots while walking to my car. Youll notice that there is lots of light. I photographed part of the argument and the shooting."

"Did you remove the floppy?"

"No. Do you want it?"

"Actually, I would like the whole camera. Well remove the floppy at the station to preserve the chain of evidence. Once we have the disk, we should be able to return the camera to you." As Amy handed Steve the camera, he continued: "Ms. Bloodworth, would you please accompany me to the station so that we can take your statement. I realize that its late but it is necessary, and Ill try not to make it too long a process."

"May I drive my own car so that I can get home and back here tomorrow?"

Unknown to them, John Davis lurked in the shadows. He hadnt known that Bloodworth had witnessed the event, until he saw the police units roll onto the lot, and asked a security guard what was happening. Hed have to kill her now, before she said anything more. She was a stubborn witch and she wouldnt bow to threats. Shed seen him kill Everett and shed tell that cop everything. He pointed his weapon.

Steve started to say yes to Amys request when a shot rang out. With amazing speed, Steve grabbed her and pushed her to the ground, then hit the pavement himself as Davis fired another shot. Steve raised himself to a kneeling position and drew his .44:

"Stay down, Ms. Bloodworth, until I return for you."

The patrol officers heard the shots and sprinted in their direction. Davis got away and all the officers could get was a description of his car, a blue Mercedes, and the first four characters on the plate: "3NMY."

Steve told them to file their report and to make sure that he received a copy. He then helped Amy up and said to her: "Im sorry, Ms. Bloodworth, but Id rather you come with me. It doesnt appear that you are safe. I understood that you told the officers that neither man saw you."

"I didnt think that they had. If I go with you, how do I get home when weve finished the statement?"

"Ill take you home, and there will probably be an officer with you until we pick up Davis."

"You, I suppose?"

"No, most likely another detective. Ill be working on the investigation."

"All night?"

"Well, certainly into the early hours of the morning. Ill escort you to my car, but I want to speak with the Medical Examiner before she takes the body."

"She? Somehow I didnt picture you being thrilled with a female Medical Examiner."

"Ms. Bloodworth, please, its late, and I have neither the time nor the energy to argue about what you think I do or dont approve of. Ill return as quickly as possible so that we can get downtown and finish this."

Steve walked over to Amanda. "Hi, Amanda. Any preliminary thoughts? Was the cause of death the gunshot?"

"Hi, Steve. Probably. You know the drill; see you tomorrow around noon in my office. You look exhausted. Whos the woman in your car?"

"Bobs was a mess today. I have cases stacking up and I havent slept much. The woman in the car is the eye witness, some actress named Amy Bloodworth. She also has a camera and has a good part of the episode on a floppy disk. Thank God for well-lit studio lots. I thought that this was going to be easy, but she seems to think that I have a problem with female medical examiners and, probably, female cops. Now I get to fightTinsl Town bias along with everything else."

"Steve, did you say Amy Bloodworth? I hear that shes a stubborn one, and shell probably never stop hassling you. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"You know, if it were earlier in the evening Id say Žyes, explain just what drives my attitude toward medical examiners and cops of either gender. Right now, I just want to finish this and take her home. Did you hear those shots? Now shes a target."

"Steve, why dont you get her statement and then go home to bed." Amanda saw Amy looking their way, and decided to give Steve a little help. She gave Steve a quick hug, kissed him on the cheek and said:

"Shes looking over here and I couldnt resist sticking it to her."

"Thanks, Amanda. Maybe thatll keep her quiet. See you tomorrow. By the way, are you guys coming out tomorrow night?"

"Of course."

"Good. I need, really need, a relaxing evening with my friends. Bye, Amanda."

"Bye, Steve."

Steve returned to his car and started the engine. From the back seat he heard: "Was that little scene meant for my viewing pleasure?"

"Yes, but it was her idea and, frankly, I dont care if you believe me. But now whose prejudice is showing?"

"Touch."

Neither spoke during the drive to the station. When they arrived, an evidence technician removed the floppy from Amys camera, and returned it to her. Amy gave her statement, the formalities of which took some time. After they finished, Steve told his commander, Captain Ellis, about the attempt on Amys life. He requested that another detective meet them at Bloodworths home in the Hollywood Hills, but Ellis said no. Steve was pulling protection detail; someone else could investigate. Steve protested but to no avail. As he and Amy walked through the police garage toward Steves car, neither noticed a figure behind one of the posts. Since it was so late, news of the murder had been plastered all over the TV and radio. This man, this Virgil, was most pleased because it played into his hands. He figured that the events of the night had given him the perfect opportunity to accomplish is plan, and have the blame placed elsewhere. Before anyone caught on, hed be long gone. Perfect. He drew his weapon and fired. He missed but sent Steve and Amy sprawling; then he took off out of the garage and headed for Amys home.

Steve shook his head and said: "Not again. Not now. Youre not safe and probably wont be anytime soon. When we reach the car, lie across the back seat. If he cant see you, he probably wont shoot. If he does, at least he wont hit you."

"That makes you the target," said Amy.

"Thats right."

Amy didnt reply but tucked this piece of information away. When they reached the car, she did as Steve requested and said nothing further. When they were finally on the freeway en route to her home, he said that she could sit up.

"Listen to me. I didnt get a chance to tell you but plans have changed. Captain Ellis has assigned me to guard you until Davis is caught. This has been all over the news. Please tell me that you arent – never mind. Davis would have your address from the studio. Ill have to take you somewhere else."

"Not on your life, Lieutenant. Youll have to protect me at my home. I have work to do there. Period."

"Actually, I dont have to do that. Theres always protective custody. However, Ill have a black and white check your area and, if it appears safe, well stay there at least tonight."

Steve called his dispatcher and had a patrol car sent to Amys house. Within twenty minutes the officers called in a report of nothing unusual. That wasnt true; Virgil was there, but he was clever enough to park several blocks away and was well hidden when the patrol officers arrived.

"All right, Ms. Bloodworth, well stay at your home unless I find evidence of trouble when I check the house. Youll stay with the patrol officers until that check is complete."

"And if I refuse?"

Steve was really angry and replied: "Lady, knock it off, now, and get this through your head. You are a target, and its my job to keep you alive. You either do as I say, or I return to the station and plop you in a jail cell until we catch this creep. Do I make myself clear?"

"Perfectly. I get the message and will do as you say." Under her breath, Amy added: "tonight."

Just as Amy finished her sentence, Steve pulled up in front of her house. The patrol officers were there and stayed with her as Steve took her keys and entered the house. He did a room-to-room search, found nothing and signaled the officers to bring Amy into the house. Steve told the officers to drive through the neighborhood occasionally during their shift, and to call him should they notice anything out of place. They left; Steve put his car in the garage and familiarized himself with the house. It was now about 1:00 a.m. and Amy said to Steve:

"Lt. Sloan, if there is no objection Im going to go to bed. Ill make up the guest bedroom so you can get some sleep."

"Dont bother," Steve replied, "I dont sleep on this type of assignment."

"You dont sleep? Youre going to be really sharp tomorrow, arent you?"

"Tomorrow morning Ill see about getting some help so that I can get some sleep, but tonight I stay awake. Would you mind if I made a pot of coffee?"

"Of course not, but Ill make it. How strong?"

"Strong. Thank you very much. Tomorrow Ill call the station and see if they caught Davis during the night. Things should settle out if they have."

As Amy flipped on the coffee maker she said: "Ill see you in the morning, Lieutenant. Good night."

"Good night, Ms. Bloodworth."

Pt.2
What was left of the night passed quickly and all was well. At about 6:00 a.m. Steve went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face, and heard Amy enter the kitchen. He thought it strange that she would be up so early and, upon emerging from the bathroom, went into the kitchen to find her making breakfast and a fresh pot of coffee. She said:

"Good morning, Lieutenant. When you said that you needed coffee you weren't kidding, were you?"

"Good morning, Ms. Bloodworth. No, I wasn't. Sometimes I survive on coffee. Why are you up so early?"

"Early? This is late. I should be on the set in fifteen minutes."

"I didn't realize that work started so early on TV shows."

Amy continued to cook as she replied: "Yes, it does. We start to shoot at around 6:30. It's long, hard work putting a television show together. Here, eat your breakfast", she said, handing him a plate of eggs, sausage, fried potatoes and toast.

"Enjoy", she continued, as she picked up hers and sat down at the kitchen bar.

"Thank you. I'm about to put my foot in my mouth but I didn't think that actresses ate such breakfasts," said Steve, as he found his gaze drawn to her hair.

"Well, at least you recognize that you are. I have to eat breakfast. A piece of dry toast and a container of yogurt isn't going to supply the energy I need. Tell me, what is so interesting about my hair?"

"I'm sorry for staring. I don't really know, but there's something different about your hair. I know that sounds like a pick up line, but it isn't."

"I know." Amy smiled as she said: "You're not the only one who stares. What you are trying to figure out is why it looks natural, and I don't blame you. It looks natural because it is; I come by my blonde hair honestly, so to speak. Don't worry about it. Now, wash up and let's get going. I'm already late."

"Huh?", said a sleepy Steve.

"I said, get a move on. I'm already late and I'm not interested in arguing with my director."

"We're not going anywhere. You are a target and you are staying right here. I was about to call someone who would come and stay awake while I grabbed some sleep. Now go back to bed, write your memoirs, whatever, but you are not going to work. I thought that we settled this last night."

"That was last night. Nothing happened. The police have probably picked up Davis by now."

"I called earlier and they haven't. He's better at hiding than we thought. It is also likely that he has cohorts at the studio so you're not particularly safe there either."

At Steve's remark Amy started to laugh, and she gave into it. Steve blinked his surprise and said: "I obviously said something funny. Care to let me in on it?"

"It's funny only if you've seen 'Life In the Ruins' and I'd guess that you haven't. Pride yourself on not watching much television?"

"Ms. Bloodworth, how about retracting your claws. It's true, I don't watch a lot of television but not because I don't like it. I just don't have time to watch more than an hour or two a week, except on those nights when I have insomnia."

"Truce? By the way, is there a rule that you can't call me Amy?"

"Truce. No, there isn't. Call me Steve. Tell me about the show and when it's on. If I'm home, I'll give it a try."

"'Life In the Ruins' is a comedy set in a Roman town near Naples about two years after Mt. Vesuvius destroyed Pompeii. It's on Wednesdays at 8, Channel 6 in LA. When you mentioned Davis' probable cohorts, I couldn't control myself. The cohort–"

"Was the Roman praetorian guard. Yeah, Ancient History 101. I get it. You're right, it's worth a chuckle, but it still doesn't get you out of here."

"Want to bet?"

Steve's anger returned and he almost shouted: "That's it. Get your purse. If you won't do as I say, you're going downtown and straight into protective custody in a jail cell. They can guard you."

Amy shouted back: "You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me." He took her arm, pulled her along and said: "Move it. You know, on the night of the murder Amanda told me about your reputation for being stubborn, and now I know what she meant. You're impossible."

Amy shook herself from Steve's grasp and replied: "It's my life, Lieutenant. I will be at work today. I absolve you and the Los Angeles Police Department of responsibility for my safety. Now get out of here."

"I'd love to leave but, unfortunately, I can't. It's not good form to let a chief witness be murdered. And, by the way, Ms. Bloodworth, it's my life, too."

That brought Amy up short and she turned to Steve: "Your life? Who's trying to kill you?"

"The same person who's trying to kill you. Did you think that if Davis got you, he'd let me alone? He'll shoot us both because he knows that I'll shoot him. In fact, he'll probably take me out first."

"I hadn't really thought of that this morning, but I do remember thinking about it last night when we left the police garage. Do you really think that Davis will try to kill me again?"

"Yes. With you as an eye witness, the pictures, and eventually the murder weapon, he'll be convicted and he knows it. If he's like other criminals, he's thinking that killing you is a big plus in his favor."

"Is it?"

"It's a plus, but I doubt that your death would prevent a conviction. It'll just get him tried on two counts of murder, at least one of them premeditated."

"Tell me the truth. Is your life at risk?"

"Yes. Ms. Blood, Amy, I have been telling you the truth. Contrary to what most people believe about the Department, especially after some officer does something stupid or worse, illegal, we don't lie. At least I don't."

"I didn't think that that you did. I did think that you might exaggerate the situation to keep me under control."

Steve chuckled and replied: "Something tells me that I'd really have to plop you into that jail cell to keep you truly under control. Please, Amy, just be reasonable. I know that it's no fun having a cop along everywhere you go, but it is necessary."

Meanwhile, Virgil decided that it was time for part two. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Amy's home telephone. She answered and heard: "I will have you." Amy dropped the receiver, and Steve recognized the look of fear that washed across her face.

He grabbed it and said: "Who is this? Davis? Don't try it; I won't let you kill her."

Unfortunately, Virgil had terminated the call and Steve replaced the receiver. Although he was in hiding, Davis decided that he should threaten Amy; a threat following the attempt on her life might cause her to rethink her testimony, and decline to help the police further. He picked up his telephone and dialed her number. Her telephone rang again just after Steve hung up the from the last call. He picked up the receiver and listened as Amy said "Hello." They both heard: "I'll get you, bitch." The caller hung up and Steve did the same. Amy started to shake and Steve helped her to the couch. She sat and barely got out:

"You really weren't kidding."

"No, Amy, I wasn't. Now will you listen to me? Are you so important to the show that they can't shoot around you? Are you in every scne?"

"My character is important to the show; I'm easily replaceable. They can shoot around me quite well. I'll call the director now. We do have to talk about tomorrow."

"Amy –"

"I have a legitimate reason for insisting on being at work tomorrow, but we'll discuss it later."

As Amy called in, Steve made a call on his phone: "Hi, it's me. I've got a problem. I'll be there in about 45 minutes. Stay there." When Amy hung up, he said to her: "Pack a suitcase with a week's worth of clothes. I'm taking you somewhere safe."

True to form, Amy blurted: "Safe? You crab about my wanting to go to work, and you call and tell someone else where you're taking me! How safe can that be?"

"Very. Go."

As Amy packed, Steve called the station to tell Ellis about the change in plans. He requested that an unmarked car pick him up after he entered the freeway to ensure that nobody followed him. He also had a car sent to his destination to check the area. Amy returned with her suitcase, briefcase and laptop. Steve looked at her and she said:

"You said pack for a week. Sorry, but I do need it." As she pointed to each item she said: "Clothes, scripts, computer records."

Steve retorted: "If you need it, you need it. I'm just glad that my car's in the garage, and we can pack this stuff before we get outside." At that moment a canister came flying through the window and exploded.

"Damn," said Steve, "smoke bomb. Unpleasant but not too dangerous. Let's go."

They ran into the garage and threw Amy's bags into the trunk. He turned to her to give an instruction but she said:

"I know. Lie across the back seat until you say otherwise." In a gentler tone of voice she continued: "Steve, be careful. I really don't want you to get hurt because of me."

"I know, but it's what I get paid for." Steve opened the garage door with Amy's remote, and backed out and down the driveway through a hail of bullets. Since he was a better driver than Virgil was a shot, they made it out of the driveway. Steve straightened the car, floored the gas pedal and sped off down the street. Virgil cursed his luck but noted that he'd eventually figure out where they went. He had time, as long as the LAPD didn't find and arrest Davis. Then he'd be in trouble because everything would be too obvious. Oh well, he'd worry about that later. He went back to his car and drove out of the neighborhood, just as any resident might. Steve reached the freeway and saw his friend, Detective Paul Scott pick him up. They spoke to each other on the car radios.

Steve told Amy that she could sit up and she said:

"Thanks. Where are we going?"

"My home and don't say a word about it."

"I'll say a lot about it but not what you think. I don't fear you, but wouldn't Davis know where you live?"

"Not likely. We're not in the phone book, and that part of the personnel database is secure. It would take an expert to break through the encryption, and I doubt that Davis is one."

"That's true. He can't even check his e-mail or navigate a Web site, much less break an encryption code. Who's this 'we' and where is home?"

"You'll find out the answers to both questions later. You'll be safe"

Amy wondered if Steve were attached. He didn't wear a wedding band, but that meant nothing. She rather hoped not; this cop was attractive and seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Well, he said she'd find out, and she knew that trying to get him to reveal anything was a lost cause. She sat back and started to think about the phone threats. There was something funny about them, but what? Maybe it would come to her. She was about to speak when the radio crackled.

Officer Scott came on and she heard him say:

"Steve, you're clean. Go. You have a bullet hole in the front passenger door but nothing else. Good luck."

"Thanks, Paul. Lawrence, everything all right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant. Area is clear and everything is ready for you."

"Thanks."

"Lieutenant, are you guys OK?"

"Yeah. Smoke bomb and a few bullets but no permanent damage."

Steve left the freeway at the next exit, and Amy got one of her answers. They were going to Malibu. This was most interesting. A police officer living in ritzy Malibu? Did he come from wealth? Did his, whatever? She wondered if Steve often brought witnesses home for protection. No, probably not; his neighbors probably barely tolerated him, they'd never tolerate a safehouse. Then again, maybe he makes them feel secure. Steve pulled into a driveway, and Amy prepared herself to meet this mystery person, who would be stunned to have her as a house guest. It was she who would be absolutely stunned.

Pt.3
Steve stopped the car and turned to Amy. "We're here. Thanks for doing as I said." Amy exited the car and waited near the trunk. Both she and Steve started to pull her baggage out. Before she could say: "I can do it," Steve said: "We'll split it. Take the briefcase and laptop and go" He grabbed her suitcase, closed the trunk and sprinted for the porch. They arrived simultaneously and Steve opened the door, showed her up the stairs and told her she could use the guest room. Mark, who was in the kitchen brewing iced tea and finding a couple of aspirin for Steve, shouted:

"Steve, is that you and your witness?"

"Yes, dad. We're here. Shaken, but here."

Amy looked as stunned as she felt and said: "Yes, dad?"

Steve retorted: "Yes, dad. Would you like to insult him, too?"

Just then Mark came into the living room and said: "Hi, son. Did you have trouble on the way? Were you followed?"

"Just after I called you, Davis lobbed a smoke bomb into the house, and sent a few bullets flying at the car as we backed out of the garage. Lost him, but took a bullet in the front passenger door. The chief's going to love that. Davis is outwitting us better than I thought he could. Oh, dad, meet actress Amy Bloodworth. Amy, this is my father Dr. Mark Sloan, head of internal medicine at Community General Hospital and consultant to the LAPD. He can manage to keep his mouth shut", Steve added dryly.

Mark said: "I'm very glad to meet you, Ms. Bloodworth. 'Life In the Ruins', isn't it?"

"Yes", replied Amy, "I'm very pleased to meet you. Call me Amy."

"Thank you, Amy. Call me Mark. You are welcome here, and safe here, until we locate Davis. Steve, Captain Ellis called and they still haven't located him. You look tired."

"Dad, I am. I was just about to call and ask you to come to Amy's house, when she got two threatening phone calls. I have to get some sleep. Would you stay here with her? Everything should be OK."

"Sure, and the others will be here later. Son, do you have as bad a headache as you appear to have?"

"Yeah. Have any aspirin?"

"Here. Take them when you get downstairs. Sleep well."

Steve left and Mark turned to Amy. "Care for some iced tea and conversation, or would you like to lie down as well?"

"I'd love the iced tea, but I would like to get a couple of dresses out of my suitcase and onto hangers. Steve told me to use the guest room, but he didn't tell me which it is."

"I'll show you. We can talk while you unpack.

As Amy unpacked she asked Mark: "How much sleep is he really going to get? He stayed awake all last night."

"Amy, it will take him some time to calm down and get to sleep, but, if he's lucky, he won't wake up until this afternoon."

"Why not give him a sedative? Or did you?"

"Amy, he requested aspirin. I'd never trick him when he's on this kind of case. He's expecting those aspirin to be aspirin, so that he can be awakened easily if there's trouble."

"Mark, are we really safe here?"

"Yes. There are patrol cars outside. Didn't see them, did you?"

"No, and I suppose that's the point, but why here? Why didn't he just take me to a hotel? He could have stationed an officer outside and slept."

"Actually, Amy, he couldn't have. He would never allow himself to sleep under those conditions."

"That makes no sense."

"It does to him. This is home, his turf. He knows every inch of this house. He knows that you're safe here, so he can really get some sleep. If anything happens, the officers outside will handle it. If it becomes necessary, they will call us."

"I think I'm getting this. You're the other half of the "we" that Steve referred to on the way out here. This is not only Steve's home, but yours as well. He brought me here because he can trust you as he can trust no other."

"You've got it. We share the house. Does that answer your unspoken question about how a Lieutenant II making between $78 and $87 thousand per year lives in Malibu?"

"It does, but I didn't suppose that he afforded this by illegal means. I just assumed that he came from a wealthy family or that his wife was wealthy."

"What made you think that he was married?"

"Since he didn't explain who the "we" was, I just assumed so. If I've offended you, I apologize."

"You didn't, but so many people assume so many things about him. I suppose that I'm still too much the father, looking to protect him and stop misunderstandings before they start. I'd bet that you have the same kinds of problems."

"Yes, but I've been the culprit here. I offended him as soon as I met him. I virtually accused him of male chauvinism. The Medical Examiner on the case is a woman, and I didn't think he'd accept that."

"Ah, yes. Amanda Bentley. She told me about that. She'll be here this evening along with Dr. Jesse Travis, another friend." At Amy's look of surprise, Mark continued: "I see that you're wondering just how many more people will know your whereabouts. Just Amanda and Jess, who are very good friends; you might as well get used to them coming and going at will. Steve trusts them with his life."

"And if he can trust them with his life, he can trust them with mine."

"Yes. Now let's go get that tea, and we can get to know each other. You'll be here for awhile."

They sat in the living room overlooking the Pacific and chatted about the hospital, the studio and Steve's job. Amy did some work on her checkbook and started to memorize scripts, while Mark played with his computer. The hours passed and the clock struck 3:00 p.m. They heard the front door open and Amy arose with a start. Mark waved her back down and said: "Don't worry. Remember, there are officers out there. It's probably Amanda, Jesse or both." Actually, a little boy bounded up the stairs and into Mark's lap. Amy wondered but had learned to wait and watch. No doubt all would become clear shortly. Just at that moment Mom reached the top of the stairs, purse, briefcase and sports bag in hand, and Amy recognized Dr. Amanda Bentley. They introduced themselves and sat down on the couch to talk. CJ went for his toys and sat down to play. About half an hour later Jesse arrived. They continued their conversation while waiting for Steve to wake up.

Meanwhile, Steve was awakening. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched a bit. He lay in bed until he came fully awake. He heard activity upstairs and realized that Amanda, CJ and Jesse were there. He showered, dressed and went upstairs. He picked up CJ and swung him around, and then joined the conversation. After a bit they had dinner, hot dogs, potato salad and chips, because it was CJ's turn to pick the menu. Steve was pleased (the last of these evenings featured one of his father's more bizarre concoctions), but Amanda, Mark and Jesse were less than thrilled. Amy didn't each much and Steve asked her about it as they did the dishes and cleaned up.

"Can't stand hot dogs?"

"Love them. I know that you're thinking about breakfast. It's the only time that I eat that much. A real breakfast and then not so much the rest of the day. The calories even out and exercise keeps me in shape. What's your method?"

"Chasing bad guys! And working out. Besides, I'm still a growing boy."

"Yeah, and I'm Martha Stewart. Do you really chase bad guys all that much?"

"Not all that much. My job is usually boring. Checking files, reading autopsy reports, legwork. Eventually someone does something stupid or a clue pops up, and we get the murderer."

"Don't you dread your job after awhile?"

"Sometimes, but not usually. People have been murdered. They deserve to rest in peace with their killers doing time."

Amy didn't even try to respond to that. She and Steve rejoined the group and passed the rest of the evening. Finally, everyone left and Amy decided to approach Steve about the next day. She had called earlier to try to postpone but it was too late; the family had already left Montana. "He's going to love this", she thought.

"Steve, we have to talk about tomorrow. I told you this morning that I have a legitimate reason for being at work."

Steve replied: "What possible reason could you have? Are we going to continually fight about this? One more time. You are a target. Have you not yet come to terms with that? Perhaps another telephone threat will do it!"

"Steve, listen to me. I get it, I get it. There are other considerations here. I don't want continual hassles either, but I'll fight you on this one. I will be at work."

"Amy, what is it with you? I thought we settled this."

"Steve, we have, except for tomorrow. I have to be on set because there is a Make-a-Wish child coming. I tried to cancel while you were asleep, but the family had already left Montana. I really am sorry, but I will not disappoint her. Period."

"You work with Make-a-Wish?"

"Of course, don't you?"

"Amy, children dying of insidious diseases do not ask to spend the day with homicide detectives. I'm just surprised that you do."

"Why? They're great kids and braver than either of us."

"Yeah. Captain Ellis is going to kill me, but you win this one. However, I have a few ground rules. Since Davis might have ways of hiding there, I want the set closed and Jesse authorized to be there. Between the two of us, everything should be all right for one day. Agreed?"

"Agreed. You're being more reasonable than I thought you'd be."

"Don't tell anyone; we wouldn't want them to know" Steve said with a twinkle in his eyes.

They laughed; Amy excused herself and went to bed. Steve went into the kitchen to make another pot of coffee for the night ahead, when Mark said:

"Steve, why don't you go back to bed. I'd bet that you're still tired and I'm not. I'll stay awake tonight. Then you'll both be on the same schedule."

"Dad, are you sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead." They said good-night and Steve went to bed. Mark picked up a book and started to read. Meanwhile, Virgil reported to NPI studios as a new member of the custodial staff.

Pt.4
Both Steve and Amy arose at 5:00 the next morning. When Steve got upstairs, he sent Mark to bed and found Amy in the kitchen. She handed him his breakfast and took hers. Steve called Jesse and apologized for getting him out of bed, but, after he explained the situation, Jesse agreed to meet him at the studio. It was his day off, but seeing Hollywood in action would be fun so the day wouldn't be a total loss. Steve called his office to inform them of the change in plans and to ascertain if Davis had been captured, and was informed that he had not. Well, that would be a problem but he and Jesse could handle it. Amy called the studio and directed that the limousine take Missy Evans and her family to the motor home that served as her dressing room, and remain there until she arrived. She also authorized the presence of Lt. Sloan and Dr. Travis on the set. When she and Steve arrived at the studio, they went directly to her dressing room and found the limousine there as expected. They exited Steve's car and introduced themselves.

Amy said:

"Hi, Missy. I'm Amy. I hope you don't mind, but I told my friend Steve that he could come today, too. Is that OK?"

"Yes, Ms. Bloodworth, it's OK."

"Missy, please call me Amy."

To her, Missy said: "OK." To Steve, she said: "Are you Amy's boyfriend?"

Steve smiled as he replied: "No, Missy. I'm just a friend and I wanted to see how a TV show is made. Amy, why don't you explain why you use motor homes as dressing rooms?"

"All right." As Amy moved to distract Missy and her parents, Steve entered the motor home. He found nothing until he entered Amy's dressing area. There he saw a blood-curdling message on the mirror:

"I'll have you or I'll kill you." Steve uttered an expletive and wrote down the message. He'd have to warn Amy so that she could keep Missy out of that room. Steve came out of the motor home just as Amy was ending her explanation. He said:

"Wasn't that fascinating, Missy? Amy, may I talk with you, please?"

Steve told her what was going on and suggested that she keep Missy out of that room. Amy agreed and assured him that she could keep her cool.

Amy turned around and heard Missy ask her:

"Amy, you don't look anything like Cornelia."

"I know, Missy. Why don't you and your mother come into the motor home with me, and I'll show you how I become Cornelia."

"Oh, boy."

Amy, Missy and her mother went inside. Steve remained outside and Mr. Evans said:

"You're not really a friend of hers, are you? You just acted like a police officer."

Steve flashed his badge and said: "You're very perceptive. I am a police officer. Ms. Bloodworth witnessed a murder, and has been threatened and fired upon. I'm here to make sure that nobody gets hurt. She said that she tried to postpone the visit, but that you had already left Montana. I'll just have to make it work. It should be OK, but somebody got into the motor home and left a threat one of the mirrors. That's what I was talking to her about. She'll keep your daughter away from it. Once we get to the set, I'll sweep it and shut it down; the rest of the day should be all right."

"May I help? I'm a police officer, too. I don't want anything to happen to Missy."

"It won't but I'd appreciate your help. You can be a pair of eyes for me if you'd like." Steve showed a picture of Jesse and him to Mr. Evans, and told him that Jesse would be on the set. "He's there as an extra pair of eyes as well, and is good at spotting things out of place. If you see something, tell me or him."

"What if something does happen?"

"Ms. Bloodworth and I have already had that talk. She has made it very clear that I make darn sure Missy is protected."

Amy, Missy and Mrs. Evans rejoined them. As they walked toward the sound stage, Steve lingered to call for a team to check the dressing room. He stationed a security guard outside the motor home to watch it until the evidence team arrived. That done, Steve joined Amy and her party on the set of "Life In the Ruins." Amy turned to Steve and introduced her director: "David Allen, I'd like you to meet Lt. Steve Sloan, from the Los Angeles Homicide Unit. Davis is still at large."

Allen replied: "What gives? How much brain power can it take to pick this guy up?" Then, to Steve Allen said: "Or are you interested in a little overtime?"

Amy retorted: "Knock it off. You'll scare Missy."

Steve said: "Mr. Allen, he's quite good at avoiding us. Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be. He took two shots as Ms. Bloodworth last night, threatened her twice on the phone, and left a threat on the mirror in her dressing room. Davis might still be here or might have friends here. In order to protect her, you'll have to close the set if you haven't already."

Allen started to protest and Steve said: "Now or I take her out of here."

"All right, all right," said Allen and gave the order. All unnecessary personnel left the set, and studio security closed the entrances. Jesse arrived and the day's work started. Everything went smoothly and Amy and Missy had a blast. Even Steve and Jesse were fascinated by the technical aspects of producing a show. Steve noticed that the history was accurate, and that the comedy was built around a family that would transcend time and space; he also noticed that Amy was one heck of an actress. He resolved to watch it whenever he was home on Wednesdays. The day finally ended, and one little girl went home with a big smile, autographs and memories she would treasure. After the Evans family left the set, Amy, Steve and Jesse went back to her dressing room. She changed and they left the studio.

When Steve and Amy arrived home, Mark had some dinner for them. He also had some news:

"Steve, Captain Ellis called and they finally caught Davis. It's been all over the news."

"Thank God. Amy, I'll be with you through tomorrow. You should be OK now that Davis is in custody."

"OK, Steve." She grinned as she continued: "So, what's your favorite breakfast?"

Steve grinned and said in reply: "Whatever."

The three said good night. Steve and Amy went to bed, and Mark took up his vigil.

Pt.5
Just before his shift ended on Thursday morning, Virgil finally made a decision. He'd been thinking about nothing else since the news of Davis' capture hit the airwaves. Now what was he to do? If he continued, he risked exposure and capture; if he didn't, he risked failure and that was unacceptable. He was too close to success; he would continue but would be more careful. He finished his work and left the studio as he did every morning.

Meanwhile, Steve and Amy went about their usual morning routine. When they reached the studio, they entered her dressing room. Steve stayed in the living area while Amy went into the bathroom. He had just seated himself when he heard her call his name. He crossed the room in one stride and entered the bathroom. On the mirror he saw: "You die. V." Steve pulled Amy out of the motor home and called security. He then called Captain Ellis and asked if Davis had gotten out suddenly. When told no, he explained what happened. "Davis now has help. I'm going to get her out of here. Have Scott pick me up when I get on the freeway."

Steve turned to Amy and said: "Let's go."

They left the studio and entered the freeway. As they neared the Malibu exit, Scott came on the radio and said that Steve was clean. Steve left the freeway and shortly thereafter entered the driveway of his home. As they got out of the car, he noticed a note stuck between the back window and the door. He read it and turned pale. It said: "I've got you. Virgil." He pulled Amy into the house and slammed the door.

"He knows the car. Amy, we're stuck here until we get him. They're questioning Davis now and I should hear shortly. I'm sorry. We should have checked the studio people more carefully. I promise that nobody will get to you."

"I know. Steve, there is something funny about those telephone threats, but I haven't figured out what it is. I've been trying. May we talk about it?"

"Sure. When did you first notice?"

"The day it happened. I was going to talk about it when you got up that evening, but the festivities got in the way and then it slipped my mind. There's something about the voice."

"What?"

"I don't know. It was almost as if Davis were changing voices."

"Changing voices? Hmmm. Changing – Amy, was each call a different voice? Did they just happen to come one after the other?"

"That's it! They were different people! We've always had two people!"

Just then, Mark came out of his bedroom. "I heard the commotion; what happened?"

"Dad, there was another threat on the mirror in the bathroom of her dressing room, signed with a 'V'. Then, when I got home, I found a note tucked between the back window of the car and the door. This time it was signed with a name: 'Virgil.' Davis has always had help. No wonder we had such a hard time finding him. He was probably always hiding and letting his buddy do the work."

Steve's phone rang, and he heard Captain Ellis tell him that Davis insisted that he had no accomplice, and was likely telling the truth. Ellis would start an investigation and suggested that a stalker might be trying to capitalize on the confusion; meanwhile, Steve still had protection detail.

"Amy, Dad, that was Ellis. Whoever this guy is, he's not connected to Davis. We've probably got a stalker. Amy, have you even been stalked?"

"No. I've been in LA for about a year. I made one movie that became a hit, and that led to 'Life In the Ruins'. I've heard about stalkers, but never thought that I'd be the object of one. I'm not that into the star scene. Why would anyone bother?"

"Amy, you're beautiful. That's enough reason for those nuts to bother.

Do you know anyone named Virgil, or anyone whose first or last name begins with a 'V'?"

"No. You don't suppose that someone is trying to play games with Latin poetry because of the series, do you?"

Steve slowly looked up and said: "Oh, I hope not. My knowledge of classical literature stops with the Iliad and Odyssey. Wait. Dad, don't we have an old–"

Mark replied: "Yes, Steve. I'll find it. Unfortunately it's an anthology. We'll have to hope that, if we're on the right track, the selection he's using is in the book."

"Oh, great. So, Amy, how's your Virgil?"

"Well, I'm a Drama major, but that won't help much. Obviously we're in search mode. Wait. Do you guys have Web access? There are a lot of literature sites on the Web, some with concordances. Maybe we can find one for Virgil and save ourselves some time."

They connected to the Internet and found several sites with electronic text, but none with concordances. They were able to devise a search strategy but to no avail. Steve finally said: "Dead end, but a good idea. Now it's back to legwork and lists. I'll call Amanda and Jesse."

"Good idea", said Mark. "I'll start some coffee. It'll be a long day."

Amy was able to get a list of current and former studio employees e-mailed to Mark. The Departmen produced every list it could think of and had them delivered by a black and white. Amanda and Jesse arrived and they worked until the early hours of the morning, but had no luck. Everyone decided to get some rest and went to separate areas of the house. Amanda took the couch in the living room, but Amy insisted she share the bed in her room. That left the couch to Jesse. Steve decided to stay up and try again, and Amy decided to stay with him. As Steve sat at the dining room table Amy saw him stretch. She asked:

"Are your neck muscles tight?"

"Yeah. I could use a massage."

"Let me try." Amy started to massage Steve's neck and shoulders and it helped. She felt him relax. She decided to see what would happen if she made a move. Amy bent over and kissed his neck and let her arms snake around his chest.

Steve gently but firmly disentangled himself and stood. He said:

"Thanks for the massage. It really helped, but ..."

"You wish I hadn't kissed you. Thanks but no thanks, huh?"

"Yes. I'm sorry but –"

"There is someone and you're committed to her. What's her name?"

"Shelby. Here's a picture." Steve pulled out a wallet photo of Shelby and him, and handed it to Amy.

"She's beautiful, and one lucky lady."

"Amy. If you want another shadow I can arrange it. Just don't cancel the guard. It's not safe for you until we catch this creep."

"I figured that I might as well try, and see what happened. If you're not interested, you're not interested. Believe me, it's not a problem. We won't bother with another officer; heck, I don't have time to train him."

They both laughed and Amy went to bed, leaving Steve alone to watch through the night.

Part 6

Mark arose early on Friday morning and saw Steve sitting at the dining table. He walked over and said:

"Hi, Son. Is everything OK?"

"Yes, no. After you went to bed, I decided to stay up to try again and Amy stayed with me. She gave me a massage to ease the tension in my neck and shoulders. It felt really good until, all of a sudden, she kissed the back of my neck and wrapped her arms around me. I had to stop it right away, and now I'm afraid that she's offended and will call off the protection. Dad, she can't."

"I thought that this might happen. She thought that you were married, and was quite pleased to learn that you aren't. What did she say when you stopped it?"

"That it was OK. She figured that she'd give it a try and see what happened. She said that there was no problem. I showed her that picture of Shelby and me and she seemed OK."

"Then she probably is. She's a level-headed sort, Steve."

Amy entered the room and noticed that Steve avoided her gaze. She guessed what that matter was and said:

"Steve, will you stop worrying. I tried something and it didn't work. I am not such an egomaniac that I can't accept the fact that you're not interested. Go to bed and get some sleep. You're exhausted."

Steve responded: "Thanks, Amy. I like you, and I'd like you, Shelby and me to be friends. OK?"

"Certainly. Now, get lost."

She turned to Mark and said: "Your son is something, Mark, but I made a mistake. He's not romantically interested in me and now he's nervous. He's afraid that I'm going to pull some stupid, Hollywood stunt. I won't and I wish I could convince him of that."

"You just did by agreeing to be friends. It'll be OK."

They sat and talked for a couple of hours until Amanda and Jesse arose. After learning that Steve had been up all night and was sleeping, they suggested that the four of them try again. There had to be something in one of those lists. Mark took the list from the studio and the others split up the lists from the Department. As Mark was re-reading the final page of his list, he saw a note that he had missed. "Names of custodial staff to follow in separate message." Mark sprinted for his computer and pulled his e-mail. He printed out the final list and went back to the table, where they pored over it. There it was, at the bottom. Virgil Tucker. Could they be this lucky? Mark said:

"Jesse, go wake Steve and tell him that we have a good lead. He can call Ellis and get a background check. Amy, would you make a fresh pot of coffee."

"Sure, I'm getting used to this coffee thing."

Steve and Jesse came running up the stairs and Steve grabbed his phone.

When Captain Ellis answered, Steve said:

"Captain. I think we have him. His name is Virgil Tucker and he's a custodian at the studio. A recent hire. Can you do a background check and get back to me? Pick him up if you can."

"Will do, Steve. Don't leave the house."

As they sat in the house wondering what would happen next, everything was in motion at the station. Ellis assigned several officers to complete the background check on Tucker quickly. Suddenly Officer Adler blew into Ellis' office and stopped to catch her breath. Ellis said:

"What's the matter? You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

"Sorry, Sir, but we've got worse trouble than we thought."

"Not a stalker?"

"Yes, sir, but look." She handed him the printout and indicated the area highlighted in yellow. He said:

"Oh my God!" He immediately dispatched additional officers to Steve's home, and had Adler contact those already there. Then Ellis picked up the phone and dialed.

Steve answered on the first ring and said:

"Captain Ellis, is that you?"

"Yes, Steve. We've got the background check. We have a stalker, but he's not after Ms. Bloodworth; he's after you. Both of you get out of there and head for the station. I've alerted the officers at your house and there are units on the way; Scott will hook up with you and follow you to the station."

"What do you mean he's after me? Oh, no. Is Virgil Tucker really Eddie Gault?"

"No, he's some shirttail relative of Malcolm and Ian Trainor, and he's out to get you."

"What about Dad?"

"We presume he's after your father, too. You take care of Bloodworth and we'll take care of your dad. The officers at your house should be searching the area now. With luck, Tucker won't be there yet and they cn set a trap. Now, move."

Steve hung up the phone; everyone noticed that he had turned pale during the conversation. Mark said:

"What is it, son? Do we know who Tucker is?"

"Dad, he's a distant relative of the Trainors. He's not after Amy, but me and maybe you. I've got to get her out of here. The two officers outside are looking for him now. If we're lucky they can get him in a trap." Steve turned to Amy and said: "Let's go."

Steve answered his cell phone, and Pete Hanson, one of the officers assigned to the house, said that Tucker was evidently not yet on the premises. Steve grabbed Amy's hand and they ran for the door. Hanson and his partner were near Steve's truck and had started the engine. Just as Steve and Amy emerged from the house, she caught a glimpse of someone coming from the direction of PCH, just behind the gate. She saw him raise his gun and she yelled:

"Steve, Tucker" and pushed him aside.

Just as she did so, Tucker fired and the bullet entered Steve's side. Tucker fired again and that bullet entered Amy's arm. The officers turned and fired, hitting Tucker in the heart. Mark, Amanda and Jesse ran out of the house just as the other patrol units pulled up. Mark went to check Steve, and Jesse, to check Amy, while Amanda called for medical units. Steve was bleeding and unconscious; Amy was bleeding and conscious. Jesse assured her that she would be OK and she said: "Never mind me, take care of Steve." The paramedics arrived.

Steve and Amy were sent to Community General, and Tucker was sent to the ME's office.

Part 7

Later that day Amy kept a vigil in a Steve's room. He was still unconscious and would be for awhile. Mark suggested that she get some rest but she refused, and he decided not to argue. The stress wouldn't be good for either of them. As Amy held Steve's hand she reflected on this mess, and was grateful that her stubborn streak was not the cause of it. She had been sitting for some length of time, and decided to get up to move around. As she stood looking out the window, the door opened and she turned to see who entered. Amy recognized the woman who walked up to Steve's bed and bent to kiss his forehead. Steve had shown her the picture of the two of them-this was Shelby. Shelby saw Amy out of the corner of her eye, walked up to her and slapped her across the face while saying:

"What the hell are you doing in here? How dare you presume you are welcome in this room? You're responsible for this!"

Amy replied: "Shelby, maybe I shouldn't be here, but I am not responsible for this. Please wait until Mark tells you everything. He had to check on a patient but should be back soon. I'll leave when I know that Steve is OK."

"How dare you say that you aren't responsible? If he hadn't been guarding you, he wouldn't have been shot. What did you do, refuse to take his advice? Insist on feeding your ego?" Shelby noticed the sling on Amy's arm and said with sarcasm in every word: "What's the matter? Did we get a little booboo?

"No, Shelby," came the reply from a male voice. Shelby and Amy turned to see Mark enter the room. "Now, sit down, keep quiet and listen to me. I want you to meet the woman who saved Steve's life."

Shelby shot back: "Saved it? If she hadn't been so stubborn, it wouldn't have been in jeopardy."

Mark looked at Amy to see moisture in her eyes. He noticed that she had stayed calm. He said: Amy, didn't you tell her?"

"No, Mark, I asked her to talk with you about it. All she sees is someone she cares for lying unconscious after being shot. All she knows is that he was guarding me. Therefore I'm responsible."

Mark spoke: "Shelby, listen. Amy is not responsible for this. Steve's injury is the work of a stalker, but he was stalking Steve, not Amy. Captain Ellis discovered what was going on, and he ordered Steve to take her to the station, which would get them both out of harm's way. As they left the house, Amy saw the stalker emerge from hiding. She shouted and shoved Steve aside. Because she did so, Steve took a bullet in his side and not in his chest, where it would have caused far more damage. The stalker's second bullet entered her arm. You owe her an apology."

"I apologize, Ms. Bloodworth, but who would be stalking Steve?"

Amy responded: "I accept. Someone named Virgil Tucker, a relative of two men named Malcolm and Ian Trainor. We know for sure that he was out to get Steve; we assume that he was also after Mark. He very cleverly hid his attempts on Steve's life among the attempts on mine."

Amy leaned against the wall and Shelby said: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just a little light-headed."

Mark said: "Amy, if you're getting dizzy, I want you down. Sit in the recliner against the far wall and lean back. I'll be back with some soup and tea for both of you." With that he left the two women to watch over Steve.

"Ms. Bloodworth, how did you know who I was when I came in?"

"Call me Amy. Steve showed me a picture of the two of you. He's quite fond of you."

"Why would he do that?"

"To make a point. One night his shoulder and neck muscles were tight; while I was giving him a massage, I made a move on him."

"Shot you down, huh?"

"Faster than Superman can fly."

"Disappointed?"

"Sure, he's very attractive and a genuinely nice guy; I don't see many of those. If I had known about you, I wouldn't have tried. Contrary to popular opinion, I don't break up romances or families."

They ate their dinners and talked for several hours. Steve finally began to awaken, and they sat on either side of his bed as he came to.

He saw Amy first and said:

"Hi. Are you all right? Amy, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

"Hi, Steve", she responded. "Don't say anything; just rest. This is not your fault. There was no way you could have known what was happening. You bear no blame and neither does the Department. I'm just glad that I saw him. Mark ordered me back to my room but you know me-stubborn to the end. I made it clear that I wasn't going anywhere until you woke up, and I could see that you'd be all right. I'll leave in a minute."

Steve grinned and said: "Don't. Stay here."

"Steve, Shelby's here and you'll be in good hands."

Steve turned and said: "Hi, honey. Don't let Amy go; keep her here."

"Steve, she has to get some rest. She's getting dizzy."

"Amy, stay, please."

"All right but tell me what you fear. Captain Ellis is doing further background checks on the Trainors to make sure that nobody else pops up unexpectedly. You are no longer in danger and neither am I."

"If I can't have your coffee, I want you around," Steve replied, and they both laughed.

To Shelby's puzzled look, Amy replied: "I'll tell you about it tomorrow.

Shelby said: "Amy, stay; he feels better with you here." As Amy returned to the recliner, Shelby turned to Steve, placed her hand over his heart and said: "She has a place in there, doesn't she?"

"Yes. I'd like the three of us to be friends."

Shelby nodded yes and Steve drifted off. She rose from his bed and flipped up the sides. Then she dimmed the lights, sat in the chair beside the bed and waited for the morning.