Late in the day Maxine came back from her visit to the Hideaway； as she had now dubbed it； with some good news。 The house in the hills was just as Jerry Brahms had advertised。
〃It's the only house in the canyon；〃 she said。 〃Which canyon？〃
〃I don't even think it's got a name。〃
〃They've all got names； for God's sake。〃
〃All I can tell you is that it's somewhere between Coldwater and Laurel。 To be perfectly honest I got a little lost following Jerry up there。 He drives like the Devil。 And you know my sense of geography。〃
〃Who does the house belong to？〃
〃Right now it's practically empty。 There's some old stuff in there…looks like it goes back to the fifties； maybe earlier…but nothing you'd want to use。 I'll have Marco choose some furniture from the Bel Air house and move it over。 Get you fortable。 But really it's ideal for what we need right now。 By the way； Ms。 Bosch has been calling my office。 She got quite pushy with Sawyer。 She's absolutely certain you're in Hawaii screwing some starlet。〃
〃If that's what she wants to think。〃
〃You don't care？〃
〃Not right now。〃
〃You're certain you don't want to see her？〃
〃Christ。 See her？ No； Maxine。 I do not want to see her。〃
〃She was pretty upset。〃
〃That's because she wanted a part in Warrior； and she thought I'd get it for her。〃
〃Okay。 End of discussion。 If she calls again…？〃
〃Tell her she's right。 I'm in Hawaii fucking the ass off anyone you care to name。 Manipulative little bitch。〃
〃So here；〃 Maxine said。 She proffered an envelope。
〃What's this？〃
〃They're the pictures I took of the Hideaway。〃
He took the envelope。 〃It'll be fine；〃 he said before he'd even looked at the photographs。
〃You might be there for a few weeks。 I want you to be fortable。〃
Todd pulled out the photographs。
〃They're not the best； I'm afraid；〃 Maxine said。 〃It's one of those throwaway cameras。 And it was raining。 But you get the idea。〃
〃It looks big。〃
〃According to Jerry they used to call them dream palaces。 All the rich stars had them。 It's hokey； but it's got a lot of atmosphere。 There's a huge master…bedroom with a view straight down the canyon。 You can see Century City； probably the ocean on a clear day。 And the living room's as big as a ballroom。 Whoever built it put a lot of love into it。 All the moldings； the door…handles； everything is top of the line。 Of course it gets campy。 There's a fresco on the ceiling of the turret。 All these faces leaning over looking down at you。 Famous movie stars； Jerry said。 I didn't recognize any of 'em but I guess they were from silent movies。〃 She paused； waiting for judgment。 Todd just keep looking at the pictures。 〃Well？〃 Maxine finally said。 〃Too Old Hollywood for you？〃
〃No。 It's fine。 Anyway； isn't that what I am now？〃
〃What？〃
〃Old Hollywood。〃
FIVE
Jerry Brahms had been a child…actor in the late thirties； but his career hadn't lasted into puberty。 He'd been at his 'most picturesque'； as he like to put it； at the age of nine or ten； after which it had all been downhill。 Todd had always thought of Brahms as being slightly ridiculous： with his overly…coifed silver hair； his mock…English diction； and his unforgiving bitchiness about the profession to which he'd once aspired。
But Jerry knew his Hollywood； there was no doubt of that。 He lived and breathed the place： its scandals； its triumphs。 He was most informed about the Golden Age of Tinseltown； which coincided； naturally enough； with the years of his employment。 In matters relating to this period his knowledge was encyclopedic； as he'd proved three years before； when Todd had been looking for a new house。 Jerry had volunteered his services as a location scout； and after a week or two had taken Todd and Maxine on a grand tour of properties he thought might be suitable。 Todd had not wanted to go； he found Jerry's chatter grating。 But Maxine had insisted。 〃He'll be heartbroken if you don't go；〃 she'd said； 〃You know how he idolizes you。 Besides； he might have found something you like。〃
So Todd had gone along； and it had turned out to be quite a trip。 Jerry had organized the tour as though he was entertaining royalty （which perhaps； as far as he was concerned； he was）。 He'd hired a stretch； supplied a champagne…and…caviar hamper from Greenblatt's in case they wanted to picnic along the way； and a map of the city； on which he'd meticulously marked their route。 They went down to the Colony in Malibu； they wound their way through Bel Air and Beverly Hills； they looked at Hancock Park and Brentwood； their route plotted by Jerry so that he could show off his knowledge of where the luminaries of Hollywood had lived and died。 They passed by Falcon Lair on Bella Drive； which Valentino had built at the height of his fame。 They went to the Benedict Canyon Drive home where Harold Lloyd had spent much of his life； and past Jayne Mansfield's Pink Palace； which was as gaudy as ever； and the house where Marilyn and DiMaggio had briefly lived in wedded bliss。 They visited homes occupied； at one time or another； by John Barrymore （〃It still smells of liquor；〃 Jerry had remarked）； Ronald Coleman； Hearst's widow； Marion Davies； Clara Bow； Lucille Ball and Mae West。 Not all the houses were for sale； nor open for inspection； in some cases Jerry's research had simply turned up a property close by； or one that resembled the house in which some luminary had lived。 Other properties were located in areas that had bee shadows of their glamorous selves； but Jerry didn't seem to care； or perhaps even notice。 The fact that stars whose faces had bee legendary…whose names evoked lives of elegance and luxury…had lived in these homes blinded him to the fact that there was often decay around them。 They were like sacred sites； and he a pilgrim。 Todd had found the tenderness with which he talked about these places； and about the people who'd once occupied them； curiously touching。
Four or five times during the trip Jerry had directed the driver to a certain spot； invited Maxine and Todd to get out of the limo in order to show them a certain view； then presented them with a photograph taken on precisely the same spot sixty or seventy years before； when many of the places they visited had been little more than an expanse of cactus and sand。 It had been an education for Todd。 He hadn't realized until then how recent Los Angeles was； nor how tenuous its existence was。 The greenery was as artificial as the stucco walls and the colonial facades。 The city was one enormous back…lot； fake and fragile。 If the water ever ceased to pump then this verdant world； with its palaces and its swooning falls of bougainvillea； would pass away。
As it turned out； Todd hadn't ended up buying any of the properties Jerry had shown them that day； which was probably for the best。 He finally decided to stay in his house in Bel Air； but substantially remodel it。 It didn't matter； Jerry had said； apparently reserving his opinion on whether Todd would join the pantheon of guests； nobody legendary had ever lived there。
Once Todd had said yes to the house in the hills； it took a day to get the move to the Hideaway properly organized； a day which left Todd spent sitting at the window of the Malibu House； staring at the pale reflection of his bandaged face in the rain…spattered glass。 Technically； the pain…killers Burrows had given him should have left him without any disfort whatsoever； but for some reason； even when supplemented by some of Bunny's specials…not a minute of that day passed without his being acutely aware of the pressure of the gauze and the bandages on his face。 He morbidly wondered if perhaps he wouldn't be left with this residue of feeling for the rest of his life； he'd heard of people who'd had certain operations who were made much worse by the surgeon's knife； and indeed were never the same again。 The thought terrified him： that he'd done something pletely irreversible。 But there was no use in regretting it。 All he could do now was hope to God that this unavoidable plication； as Burrow's insisted it was； would be quickly cured； and he'd have his face back intact。 He wasn't even hoping for improvement at this point。 Just the old； familiar Todd P