Always And Forever•The Salvatore Legacy

Maybe or Not?

Lizzie screamed as a man yelled cut. He walked towards her, "I'd like to try one more." He said. "Oh. You want to start trying now Bob," Lizzie snapped. "I'll be in my trailer." Lizzie walked over to Josie and Alex who helped her put on a cardigan. "That was..." Josie was interrupted. "Trash." Lizzie frowned. "Like the rest of this stupid horror flick." Alex added. Lizzie walked away. Josie and Alex looked at each other and followed. "I get murdered by a merman. A merman. Who would watch this crap." Lizzie complained. A herd of dancers walked between the three. "Get out of my way you trollops. Where is my flask." Lizzie asked Alex rolled her eyes. "Nevermind that he's back." Alex rolled her eyes again but at Josie. "I thought you told him off." Josie said to Alex. "I did apparently he likes us to much."

Lizzie primped herself, "How do I look?"

"It doesn't matter. These photos are never seeing the light of day."

Alex and Lizzie watched as Josie stomped off to yell at Rafael.

"You look beautiful Ms.Saltzman." A voice from behind them yelled. "Same to you Ms.Salvatore. Can I ask you a few questions?"

"You a reporter?" Lizzie asked. Walking twoards M.G..
"Not exactly. But I do have something to report." He looked at both girls then just at Lizzie. "Someone's trying to kill you." Lizzie fainted in M.G.'s arms.

In the trailer...

M.G. handed Lizzie a glass of water as Alex comforted her. "Thank you. I'm sorry  I'm still a little shaken up." Lizzie said, Alex pulled her closer. "It's understandable. As I was saying poisoned champagne was sent to your table last night. Lucky for you it ended up on the wrong lips. Any idea who would want you dead."

Alex intervined, "None."

"I'm just a washed up actress. I can't imagine anybody caring about me enough to send me champagne, much less kill me." Lizzie continued after standing up, "Please, Mr. Greasley, as messed up as my life is, I don't want to die."

"You won't." Alex reassured her.

M.G. looked at the two beautiful girls standing in front of him. "I promise. My partner's a genius. He'll crack this case, and... For what it's worth, I don't think you're washed up, Miss Saltzman."

"Please call me.." Lizzie was interrupted by Josie. "Lizzie!"
"I found out who that photographer works for. And who the hell are you?" She said "Just a fan." M.G. said putting on his hat, and walking away.

Alex walked into Hope's bar, "Old friend what can I do for you? Haven't seen you in months." Alex leaned on the counter, "I haven't needed liquor for months."

"So, don't even get a hello? Or a hug?" Hope smirked at her friend as she leaned on the counter. "liquor?" Alex questioned. "In the back." Hope said, "Take a seat." Alex walked to an empty seat next to the photographer.

"I heard about your reporter. The cops know who killed her?"

"Same person who murdered that singer." He said taking a drink, "But...I think you know?"

"Maybe? Maybe not?" Alex grinned.

"I wish I could have done more for her."

Just then Hope walked in with a crate of bourbon.

"You want to help? Develop that film and take a hard look at whatever you see."

Alex stood up and grabbed the crate.

"Sorry. It's none of my business." Hope said.

"You're fine." Alex said. She walked out the door and to her Cadillac.