Money Shot

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Book: Money Shot Read Free
Author: N.J. Harlow
Tags: hollywood, Movies, Film, tabloid, paparazzi
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screen, with Reverend Dixon on one
side…
    And a line of
Bible-thumping picketers on the other.
    They were heading down the
street toward her home, growing louder.
    Chanting her
name.
    Carrying signs that bore
it.
    Suddenly she had to get
out. She grabbed her purse, her camera bag, and the envelope that
held the precious memory stick.
    For the first time, The
Vulture knew what it felt like to be on the other side of the
lens.
    Just as the rock came
crashing through the window.
    ***
    Nicole came running out of
the den. "She's on the run!"
    "Who?" asked
Desmona.
    "Roxanne Rizzo. The
Vulture has flown the coop. All the stations have it
LIVE!"
    They quickly moved into
the study. Desmona smiled as she saw what had to be every Hollywood
actor's dream.
    A televised car chase of a
paparazzi.
    The ultimate
payback.
    ***
    Roxanne Rizzo had to get
to the bank.
    And she was kicking
herself for not going yesterday.
    Incredibly, she had kept
the most valuable piece of property she owned sitting on her dining
room table. She thought she had sold it and was done with
it.
    Now it was her only source
of proof.
    She needed to get it into
her safety deposit box.
    The short run to her car
through the cameras had been bad enough. She thought she'd get some
peace in the car once she got out of the driveway and through the
conservative protestors, but then she'd heard the rhythmic beat of
the helicopter rotor blades from above. She slid the moon roof
open, and saw two choppers jockeying for position as she headed
down the highway.
    Meanwhile, she was leaving
a trail of media, protestors and the rest of the 'razzi in her
wake. All honking their horns at her as they tailgated. She saw
photogs hanging out driver's side windows, shooting pictures as
they drove.
    She was determined not to
break the law as she drove under the speed limit. She was not going
to stop. The bank was just a few miles away.
    She would get to her
safety deposit box, drop in the memory stick, and then get as far
away from Hollywood as she could.
    How she was going to do
that was another story.
    The Vulture knew all the
escape tricks, and the rest of the 'razzi did too. It didn't help
that it was probably being broadcast on live television.
    She felt beads of sweat
began to blossom on her forehead and tried in vain to use
logic.
    I have proof. Sue me all
you want. I have proof and I'll be happy to show it to
you.
    But that wasn't half the
problem and she knew it. Desmona Jackson, with deeper pockets than
God, had apparently summoned the extreme right wing of the country,
taken the bulls eye off Satan's back and painted it squarely on
hers.
    If hell hath no fury like
a woman scorned, it couldn't hold a candle to a pissed off Snow
White.
    Roxanne turned off the
freeway and headed for the bank. She at least knew she wouldn't
have to fight her way through the media when she got there. They
had no idea where she was going.
    But she knew they weren't
going to stop following her after she got there.
    ***
    "It looks like she's
slowing down," said the Ken-Doll anchor from his side of the split
screen. His smarmy grin reminded Desmona of a car salesman, while
his sandy blonde hair looked like it wouldn't move in a category
five hurricane.
    "She's definitely pulling
over… looks like she's stopping at a bank," said the striking
brunette co-anchor. Her caramel eyes danced as she tried to make
love to the screen. "Maybe she's hitting the ATM and getting out of
town."
    "We'll soon see," said the
male anchor. "For those of you who just tuned in, you're watching
live coverage of the desperate run of Roxanne Rizzo, the paparazzi
who sold those now famous photos of Desmona Jackson to the
Hollywood Grapevine."
    "Oh, this is rich," said
Nicole. "Check out the bottom of the screen."
    There, in big, bold
letters, were two words.
    Roxanne's Run.
    "You can run but you can't
hide, sweetie," said Desmona. "How does it feel now, you little
bitch?" She cupped her hand over her mouth and her eyes grew

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