Chapter 15  
         Janet flicked on a faucet immediately. "SHH!! Yes, a gun."
         "I don't think this bowling alley allows guns..."
         "No, I don't think so either. Look, Dottie," she pleaded, "I'm not kidding around
     here. I'm counting on you." She shut the water off and, on Janet's cue a couple
     seconds later, Dottie punched a hand dryer on. "This man could be very
     dangerous," Janet continued. "He's not all that smart, but if he decides to use that
     gun, he will. Now... I've got a birthday party for my little girl tomorrow. And in one
     week or so, there'll be over a hundred people packed around a minister and
     some overwrought flower arrangements, waiting for me to show up and
     exchange vows with a very handsome man... most likely wearing a very
     silly looking tie," she added with a wry smile. "So you see, my date book is a little
     filled up. I don't have time to be recovering from bullet wounds!"
         "Or worse," Dottie offered.
         The dryer shut off. Time was running out. "Are you with me, Dottie? I need you to
     wait a minute or so after I go, then come on out of here, find a phone, and call
     the police. Can you do that for me?"
         Dottie looked around a little nervously. "Are the cameras still rolling?"
         "Camer-- come again?"
         "That was a REALLY good speech... you've still got it, Ms. Turner. Can I call you
     Kathleen?"
         'Oh my god, she thinks we're shooting a movie?!  This is hopeless!' Thinking as fast
     as she could... "Dottie, if you do EXACTLY what I told you... make it sound as real
     as you can... then we'll be all set. But you CAN'T tell the cops that you're
     acting.  Okay?"
         Dottie's eyes got big. "Then they know about this already!"
         "Yeah, something like that."
         Dottie sealed the deal with a nod and a wink, taking Janet's makeshift data and
     clutching it to her chest confidently. "You can count on me. I've got this down
     cold," she told Janet.
         'That's about all I can do', Janet decided. "Thank you," she said earnestly. And
     turned to leave.
         "Hey-- if you see that Michael Douglas fellow soon, tell him I said hi."
         "Uh-huh! You've got it!"
         'I've got to stop working with would be actors', she was thinking.

 

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