computer to download those photos to share with the Audrey LaRue cyber-fan club. The next thing he did was dash off a long thank-you to his friend in Hollywood.
A few days afterward, Rich Later, Audrey’s business manager, received that thank-you, forwarded to him by the friend of the friend of Marty Weiss. Rich was dressed in a vampire outfit, checking the location of the Brothers of the Night meeting, when he got the e-mail. It made him furious. Livid. As livid as he’d been when Audrey, through Lucas, had agreed to go to this fat fuck’s birthday party. It appalled him that angelic Audrey had sold out. She’d sold out, sold herself to that fat fuck, just like a whore.
Hell, maybe she was a whore. Maybe he had been fooled by a dirty, cheap whore. Rich was so furious that he decided to write Audrey another anonymous letter and tell her exactly how he felt about her whoring ways.
STILL WORKING THINGS OUT
( Celebrity Insider Magazine ) Fresh off their getaway to a private island in Costa Rica where they reportedly flew to patch things up, Audrey LaRue, 28, and Lucas Bonner, 30, were spotted at a New York eatery deep in conversation. A source told CIM that Audrey is committed to Lucas, and has promised to cut back on the party scene. “She’s been under a lot of pressure lately and just wants to have fun,” the source said. “But Lucas is a homebody. He thinks the night scene in Los Angeles could be detrimental to her image and her career.”
That didn’t stop Audrey from stepping out with some gal pals. She was spotted at the popular Dime Bar in Los Angeles while Lucas was sharing a hip new sound in the music-loving capital, Austin, Texas.
In the Studio
( Music Scene Magazine ) Audrey LaRue is back in the studio to put the finishing touches on her third album, Frantic , set to be released the end of this month. She is collaborating again with Lucas Bonner, who promises this album will “be a more soulful mix than the previous albums.” Fans of the extremely popular LaRue will have a chance to hear her live when she embarks on an eighteen-city tour of the U.S. in July to coincide with the album’s release.
Four
The third letter Audrey received from the guy who wanted her dead was fairly graphic in the details of how he would kill her if she didn’t stop whoring.
It was the last straw for Lucas, who had found it in the mound of mail Rich, the business manager, had brought in.
“We have to get security,” he said. “No arguments, Audrey. This is serious—this whack job could show up in one of your tour cities.”
The knot in Audrey’s stomach tightened. She’d gotten a lot of mail since she’d hit the major leagues, and some of it had been pretty weird. But nothing was quite as disturbing as the letters she’d gotten from this particular fan.
“I know just who you should get,” Mitzi, her publicist, said as she painted her nails. They were in the artist’s lounge of the recording studio, waiting for a booth to free up, along with a host of label reps and various hangers-on Audrey didn’t even question any longer.
“Who?” Lucas asked, glancing up from the contract he was studying.
Mitzi held up her gloriously red nail tips and blew on them a moment before answering. “Thrillseekers Anonymous. Remember the guys who put the Costa Rica thing together? They could do it. They do that sort of thing all the time.”
The knot in Audrey’s belly was joined by a little fluttering. She hadn’t thought of Jack Price in a while, but every time she did, she couldn’t help but think of those blue eyes and those shoulders, and Jesus, that kiss .
“Perfect. I’ll put in a call,” Lucas said.
“Luke, not so fast,” Audrey said quickly. “I have no idea what the expense is, or how this would work with the promoter’s security while we’re on tour or even if—”
“Leave it to me, sweetie. Remember our motto: You focus on the music, I focus on the business,” he said with a thin
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