smiled at me without meaning it. "Lean and mean," he said.
"Is there a way to shut the noise off?" I said.
"You don't dig that sound? That's Rat Free, man. Group of the Year."
"Gee, they finally beat out the Mills Brothers?"
Antonelli smiled again. It was like the light in a refrigerator. On. Off.
"Kids love Rat Free," he said. "They been platinum three years in a row."
"How nice for them," I said. "Could we lose them for a few minutes while we talk?"
Antonelli shrugged. He leaned forward and turned a dial on his desk and the music faded away.
"So what's the chatter?" he said.
"Lisa left home three days ago and her whereabouts Are unknown."
"She ditch the old man?"
"I don't know. Did she talk about that?"
"Lisa? No. Lisa was a very private person, you know. She never said much of anything about her personal life."
"Not even to you," I said. "So why do you think she might have ditched the old man?"
"That's what you usually think, isn't it, broad like Lisa? Real spunky, good looking, you seen her?"
"Yes."
"Girl like that, man. Most female jocks are kinda happy, you know what I mean, that's why they're in radio. But Lisa, with those looks, man she's television Stuff. I'll tell you right now, you heard it here, baby, She'll be on TV inside a year."
"Wow!" I said. "You know anything about where She worked before?"
"Not off the top, but I guess I got her resume somewhere, she must have given me one when she applied for the job."
"That'd be good," I said.
He waited. I waited.
"You want it right now?" he said.
"Yeah."
"Might take a little while."
"I've got a little while."
"Oh sure, okay."
He picked up the phone and dialed three digits.
"Vickie? John. Yeah, could you get Lisa St. Claire's file out and bring it down to my office. Soon as you can. Thanks, doll."
While he was calling I thought how too bad it was that fashion dictated the button-up collar. His neck fleshed out over it and he looked uncomfortable, even if he wasn't. He hung up and gave me a little nod. His hair was smoothed back tight to his skull and glistened with the stuff he used to smooth it.
"She friendly with the rest of the station crew?" I said.
"She wasn't unfriendly," Antonelli said. "But they don't mingle that much. Everybody has their shift. They pass each other in the hallway, you know. Sometimes they get friendly with an engineer, or something, but Lisa wasn't much of a mixer. Tell you the truth, I think she saw this as a stepping stone. She was in ten to two, and she was gone."
"What did she do the rest of the time? Work up her music for the next day?"
Antonelli smiled.
"Naw. We work off a Top 40 service. Music's all preprogged. Most of the commercials are recorded. All Lisa had to do was a little chatter, couple live commercials, maybe a PSA, segue to the news at the top of the hour. She could come in ten minutes to ten and do all the preparation she needed."
"Challenging," I said. "What'd she get for this kind of work?"
"Salaries are confidential," Antonelli said.
"Sure," I said. "Just estimate the range for me. What's a midday disk jockey get from a station like this?"
She stared at him across the small table. There was candle light and the glow of the silent monitors. She stared across at him. His face was so familiar, his voice the same as it had always been, his tone light, and pleasant, slightly mocking as it always was, but calm and loving, just as she remembered. She knew he was not calm. She knew he was unstable and crazy. It was why she had left him, fled from him, really. But except that he had kidnapped her and held her prisoner, he seemed a normal man. The familiarity helped her to control the frenzy that she held back so grimly. He was, after all, the same man she'd loved. The man who had loved her, who thought he still loved her, though she knew, in the small part of her able to think, that whatever this was, it was no longer love, maybe had never been love. God, he is beautiful, she thought. I wasn't
"Is there a way to shut the noise off?" I said.
"You don't dig that sound? That's Rat Free, man. Group of the Year."
"Gee, they finally beat out the Mills Brothers?"
Antonelli smiled again. It was like the light in a refrigerator. On. Off.
"Kids love Rat Free," he said. "They been platinum three years in a row."
"How nice for them," I said. "Could we lose them for a few minutes while we talk?"
Antonelli shrugged. He leaned forward and turned a dial on his desk and the music faded away.
"So what's the chatter?" he said.
"Lisa left home three days ago and her whereabouts Are unknown."
"She ditch the old man?"
"I don't know. Did she talk about that?"
"Lisa? No. Lisa was a very private person, you know. She never said much of anything about her personal life."
"Not even to you," I said. "So why do you think she might have ditched the old man?"
"That's what you usually think, isn't it, broad like Lisa? Real spunky, good looking, you seen her?"
"Yes."
"Girl like that, man. Most female jocks are kinda happy, you know what I mean, that's why they're in radio. But Lisa, with those looks, man she's television Stuff. I'll tell you right now, you heard it here, baby, She'll be on TV inside a year."
"Wow!" I said. "You know anything about where She worked before?"
"Not off the top, but I guess I got her resume somewhere, she must have given me one when she applied for the job."
"That'd be good," I said.
He waited. I waited.
"You want it right now?" he said.
"Yeah."
"Might take a little while."
"I've got a little while."
"Oh sure, okay."
He picked up the phone and dialed three digits.
"Vickie? John. Yeah, could you get Lisa St. Claire's file out and bring it down to my office. Soon as you can. Thanks, doll."
While he was calling I thought how too bad it was that fashion dictated the button-up collar. His neck fleshed out over it and he looked uncomfortable, even if he wasn't. He hung up and gave me a little nod. His hair was smoothed back tight to his skull and glistened with the stuff he used to smooth it.
"She friendly with the rest of the station crew?" I said.
"She wasn't unfriendly," Antonelli said. "But they don't mingle that much. Everybody has their shift. They pass each other in the hallway, you know. Sometimes they get friendly with an engineer, or something, but Lisa wasn't much of a mixer. Tell you the truth, I think she saw this as a stepping stone. She was in ten to two, and she was gone."
"What did she do the rest of the time? Work up her music for the next day?"
Antonelli smiled.
"Naw. We work off a Top 40 service. Music's all preprogged. Most of the commercials are recorded. All Lisa had to do was a little chatter, couple live commercials, maybe a PSA, segue to the news at the top of the hour. She could come in ten minutes to ten and do all the preparation she needed."
"Challenging," I said. "What'd she get for this kind of work?"
"Salaries are confidential," Antonelli said.
"Sure," I said. "Just estimate the range for me. What's a midday disk jockey get from a station like this?"
She stared at him across the small table. There was candle light and the glow of the silent monitors. She stared across at him. His face was so familiar, his voice the same as it had always been, his tone light, and pleasant, slightly mocking as it always was, but calm and loving, just as she remembered. She knew he was not calm. She knew he was unstable and crazy. It was why she had left him, fled from him, really. But except that he had kidnapped her and held her prisoner, he seemed a normal man. The familiarity helped her to control the frenzy that she held back so grimly. He was, after all, the same man she'd loved. The man who had loved her, who thought he still loved her, though she knew, in the small part of her able to think, that whatever this was, it was no longer love, maybe had never been love. God, he is beautiful, she thought. I wasn't
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