clients to join me. We completely financed the movie.”
“But Crisis in Cherrywood made money, didn’t it?”
Tom gave a humorless laugh. “Yes, it did. And that’s the problem.”
Hannah could tell that Tom was watching her face and not paying much attention to her hands. Her right hand was on the handle of the chocolate pan and her left hand was holding the food pick that contained the peanut butter candy ball. Slowly, Hannah released her hold on the food pick and let the peanut butter ball slip down into the melted chocolate. This meant she had both hands free. She wasn’t quite sure how much good this did, but she told herself to concentrate on asking questions. Somehow, she had to keep Tom talking until Mike got here.
“I knew that Crisis in Cherrywood made money. A few weeks before we got married . . .” Hannah stopped speaking and sighed. “I guess I should rephrase that. A few weeks before I thought we got married, Ross sold his independent films to WCCO-TV and he told me he made a lot of money. Didn’t he pay you and your clients back for your investment?”
“That wasn’t the problem, Hannah. You see . . . we’d invested in Ross’s films before and all of them had lost money. My clients and I thought that Crisis in Cherrywood would lose money, too.”
“You wanted it to lose money?”
“That’s right. You can buy insurance against bad investments. Backers of Broadway plays do it all the time. The insurance pays off if the play fails to make money in a certain time frame. I found an insurance company that did this for indie films, and my clients and I bought the insurance.”
Hannah knew exactly what Tom was talking about, but she decided to play dumb. If he had to explain it to her, it would buy her a few more minutes.
“That seems . . . wrong somehow. You and your clients paid to finance Crisis in Cherrywood, but you wanted it to fail?”
“That’s right. It all has to do with the insurance, Hannah. We were all ready to collect on the insurance when Ross sold Crisis in Cherrywood as a television movie. If he’d waited a month, we would have collected on the insurance company.”
“But . . . how was that double-crossing you?”
“Ross knew about the insurance and he agreed to hold off on the sale. But what they offered him was a lot more than we’d invested, and he decided to go for the bigger bucks.”
“And he didn’t pay back your original investment?”
“Oh, he paid that back. But we weren’t looking for our money back. We were looking for the insurance payoff. And that was a lot more money.”
“And Ross knew that?”
“He knew, but he didn’t care. Fame was more important to Ross than fortune. He loved going to film festivals and being touted as the new auteur in the indie circuit. And remember. . . we also lost money because we couldn’t write off the losing investment on this year’s taxes. Instead, every one of my clients simply broke even and they were counting on taking advantage of the loss.”
“I think I’m beginning to understand,” Hannah said, sending up a silent prayer for Mike to hurry.
“And now, Hannah . . . hand me one of those candies you just made and I’ll tell you if I like them right before I pull the trigger.”
Hannah reached for a piece of candy with her left hand and carefully lifted the melted chocolate with her right hand. “Here you go,” she said, holding out the candy so that Tom would have to reach out with his hand to pull the candy off the food pick.
Things happened very fast from that point on, although Hannah saw them in slow motion.
Tom reached out for the candy. Hannah lifted the pan with the hot, melted chocolate. Tom grasped the candy, preparing to pull it off the food pick. Hannah threw the chocolate. Tom screamed as the heated chocolate drenched his face. A shot rang out. There was another scream and Hannah knew that it came from her as Tom crumpled to the floor.
It took long moments for the realization to hit her. She was still alive. Tom was stretched out on the floor, but she was still alive.
Hannah sat down hard as her legs gave out beneath her. She was still alive. She could feel her toes and her legs, and her arms, and there was chocolate everywhere. Then strong arms wrapped