Fade To Black
By Nolon King
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From the best-selling author of Pretty Killer, No Justice, and 12 comes Fade To Black, a pulse-pounding new stand-alone thriller by Nolon King.
HE STOLE HER CHILDHOOD. SHE WON'T LET HIM STEAL HER DAUGHTER'S.
Child actor Sloane Alexander blew up her life by accusing producer Liam Winston of trying to seduce her at the budding age of 12. Winston blacklisted her, convincing the world that she'd lied for the attention, hoping it would boost her career.
Almost two decades later, after a promising start as an indie filmmaker in Europe, she's returned to direct her first Hollywood movie -- projecting Winston's sins on the big screen, but with a fictional ending where the producer is punished for his pedophile ways.
But when tiny acts of sabotage on set snowball into terrifying threats -- against Sloane, and against her 12-year-old daughter -- she wonders if she should've let this secret stay buried.
Will Winston silence Sloane for good this time, or will she find a way to expose the ugly truth while still protecting her daughter?
A breath-stealing, suspenseful thriller, Fade To Black is perfect for fans of Darcey Bell and Harlan Coban.
Warning: Fade To Black is a tense psychological thriller that includes adult language and situations. While it is all within the context of the story, some readers may find this content offensive. Intended for mature audiences.
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Fade To Black - Nolon King
Chapter One
Sloane
How do pedophiles live with the brutal truth of what they’ve done?
How do survivors like Sloane Alexander live without it?
Sloane had no fucking clue.
Those thoughts, and the harsh reality of what happened to her twenty years ago, had been driving her life in one way or another ever since. At least now they were finally taking her somewhere.
She should be looking at the dailies, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nanny-cam, showing her the inside of what her daughter, Jolie, kept calling the babysitting trailer.
The life she had longed for was finally here. Not just for her, but for Jolie. Sloane’s baby girl had never looked happier, and despite the day one footage still awaiting her review — more specifically, a yay or nay on her accent — she wanted to soak up her daughter’s wide smile while she could.
Sloane?
Lila asked. Are you okay?
She looked over at her assistant director and smiled. Yeah, great. Sorry. I guess I just got lost for a second there.
Your kid is playing with Orson Beck’s kid.
Lila smiled back. Who could blame you?
Sloane did have a big job to do, but Lila had an indisputable point. Orson Beck was one of the world’s biggest movie stars. Right now his son, Connor, had an arm around her daughter while the two of them were sharing a book and taking turns flipping the pages.
Adorable for sure, but work beckoned. She turned her attention from the nanny-cam to the scene in question. Can you play it back without sound this time?
Without sound? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose.
Sloane shook her head. I want to see if her expression bothers me if I can’t hear the accent.
Ah. Got it.
Lila dragged a finger back across the footage before pressing Play.
Though watching the scene, she wasn’t paying attention. Too many emotions warred inside her. This was the first day of her dream come true. She wanted to soak it all in, take none of the wonder for granted. But her will was competing with the need to get the job done, on if not ahead of schedule.
Still, her new reality deserved a moment of reverence. Sloane had worked long and hard to make this happen. She was finally back in the states, filming a script she had written. Poured her heart and soul into, really. The film had a cast and crew that was better than anything she could have ever assembled on her own. Thanks to Dominic and Melinda, of course.
She owed the Shellys everything, same as she always had.
West Hollywood Sunset hadn’t been shot yet, and it was already a movie full of miracles. Sloane hadn’t even told the Shellys she’d been working on a draft because she didn’t want them to see it as her indulging a hobby or airing her diary in the guise of a potential indie darling. She didn’t breathe a word about the potential film until the script was finished, at which point she sent a hard copy across the pond without preamble. Even the subject line had been a whisper.
Check it out and let me know what you think!
They loved West Hollywood Sunset, both as a story and as a mission. Neither Dominic nor Melinda ever made promises they couldn’t keep, so when the Shellys vowed to both support the movie and fully back its potential,
Sloane knew the results could be explosive.
Of course, they had their reasons. But still, Orson Beck?
He was only taking a supporting role, playing a young version of Dominic Shelly. Despite Dominic adoring the casting for obvious reasons, the role was far enough below Orson’s industry status to render his casting impossible. His involvement in the film smelled like a favor to Sloane. That wouldn’t surprise her in the least — it seemed like half of Hollywood owed the Shellys something.
While the other half were indebted to her enemy.
Any other producers would have required, or at least requested, that Sloane cast a known actress in the lead. But that was the opposite of what Sloane wanted for West Hollywood Sunset, and the Shellys not only respected her wishes but encouraged her vision.
That’s why Cassidy Cavalli had been cast as the stand-in for Sloane Alexander’s pre-adolescent self. The thirteen-year-old actress had been in a few BBC productions but was unknown in America. An unproven lead, one of the biggest movies stars in the world taking a small part at scale, and still the Shellys were willing to let her hire Miles Dupont for sixty-percent of his typically handsome fee.
Miles would have been happy to also work at scale, of course. He and Sloane shared a daughter, but the Shellys saw anything less than sixty-percent as either an insult or a potential negative for their director. Hiring a world-renowned cinematographer — and Jolie’s father — was yet another example of how hard the producers had worked to make their newest director fall in love with everything about working on the project from pre-production on.
The footage ended.
Lila turned and looked at Sloane expectantly. So?
Can you play it one more time?
She really hadn’t been paying attention.
Sure thing.
Sloane’s life was finally coming together. The Shellys were going to make this film a hit. But even better than any potential box office or streaming success, she was eager for the vindication. Dominic and Melinda had always been her saviors, even back then, when few people were even willing to hear her accusations, when doing so was considered an indulgence.
But not only did the Shellys listen to Sloane, they believed her. Encouraged Sloane to speak her truth, aloud and at the top of her lungs if need be, despite the expense to themselves.
Not that it had mattered. The Shellys couldn’t really do anything for her back then.
Thanks to Nicole Everett denying every word. Maybe Sloane should never have—
No. She needed to stop that.
Return to the present. Keep her eyes and mind on the footage. This was now, not then.
She didn’t need to be thinking about how vicious Wentz had been in his attempts to discredit her.
Dominic and Melinda had been there for her then, and they were here for her now. They had helped her to steer clear of his vengeance by negotiating the breaking of her contracts with minimal penalties and helping her move to London.
Now they were funding Sloane’s revenge against the man who had ruined her life.
Yes, West Hollywood Sunset would help her break back into Hollywood, but the producers were also designing her film as a dirty bomb, destined to obliterate one of the world’s worst destroyers of childhoods.
She had no interest in making a documentary, since documentaries were the broccoli of film, nor was she pitching her movie as the truth. Still, Hollywood was familiar with her story, and once word got out that the Shellys were making a movie written and directed by Sloane Alexander about a sexual predator preying on a pair of underage actresses, feathers would be ruffled, then war declared.
But like what Tarantino did with Once Upon a Time in Hollywood or Inglorious Basterds, Sloane would be revising history to give both herself and Nicole a happier ending. The sexual predator would be destroyed, and the young girl who accuses her could finally save her friend she had lost.
Maybe there was a parallel universe where good things had happened, and Sloane didn’t have to spend so much time wondering how Nicole was doing. She landed a few more roles after the scandal, but the transition from child actor to adult roles was always rough. Not everyone could make it, regardless of promises made by people at the top. Nicole wasn’t one of them, and since her old friend wasn’t on LiveLyfe or any other social platform, Sloane didn’t have any means in which she could easily cyberstalk her.
The footage ended again.
Did you get it that time?
Lila asked.
Her assistant had to know she was spacing it. Last time. I promise.
Lila was already reaching for the screen, ready to rewind it yet again.
This time, Sloane really did watch.
Onscreen, Cassidy’s character, Daisy, was trying to convince her friend and fellow actress, Jennifer, to tell a grownup about how Oliver, their producer, kept inappropriately touching her. It was a tough scene, but Sloane wanted to tackle it on day one because she believed it would anchor Cassidy’s emotions and make her character easier to access for the rest of the shoot.
Despite Cassidy’s earnest delivery, Sloane couldn’t help but feel that there was something off about the scene. Cassidy’s British accent was peeking through the dialogue, and Sloane thought that might be diluting the performance. She wanted to watch her face sans audio to see if the accent still bothered her. After three months with a dialect coach, it shouldn’t be.
Sloane leaned ever so slightly forward as the scene neared its conclusion. She loved everything, right up until that final moment.
You can do it,
said Cassidy, onscreen as Daisy, speaking to her good friend. The sound was still down, so Sloane read her lips. Not that she needed to; she knew the script by heart, because hers was the open wound that birthed it. You just can’t do it alone.
Daisy’s eyes went glassy as she took a pregnant breath and let the moment steep before she finished her thought. We’ll go together.
We’ll go together,
Jennifer repeated.
And scene.
Now with sound.
Lila complied, starting the scene at the beginning for the fourth time, now with Cassidy’s hint of an accent perfectly audible.
Her expressions and posture were perfect, as was the emotion in her delivery. But the word together sounded like it came from someone who was born and raised in Manchester, England before moving to Southern California. If Cassidy was doing an impression of thirty-two-year-old Sloane, it worked. But as twelve-year-old Daisy, it didn’t.
She hated that the last line needed a reshoot, especially since everything else was so perfect. But that was a director’s job, and Sloane felt grateful she was getting the chance to do it.
Sloane looked over and saw that Lila was studying her face.
You don’t hear it?
Lila shrugged. Seriously, I bet you’re the only one who will ever hear it.
Maybe. Can we watch it again?
You’re the boss.
Lila scrubbed back and pressed Play.
Perhaps it wasn’t the footage bothering her.
Could be the memories that felt like a falling piano.
Her eyes were burning. She kept blinking, but they watered anyway. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. No, it was covered in sweat. Same for her palms and her wrists, and — what the hell? — the nooks of her elbows. Her mouth was dry, and her spine suddenly felt like someone might snap it like a twig underfoot. She felt agitated for no reason, and wanted to lash out at Lila. Yell at the poor girl for something she didn’t even do. Or better, Sloane could get out of here, hit the nearest bar, and drink herself stupid. Jolie could keep on playing with Connor. She needed to be alone. Just like she’d been—
Are you okay?
Lila cut off her memory.
Yeah, I’m—
She screamed as a crash interrupted her.
But at least that time Sloane wasn’t alone.
Lila had yelped a little, too, and looked wildly around until her gaze settled on something not too far away.
What was it?
Sloane was thinking a hundred uncomfortable thoughts, both connected and wildly askew.
Looks like a light kit fell over.
Lila pointed.
Do you think anyone was hurt?
Sloane worried about anyone who might have been injured but also considered what the accident might mean for her insurance. That was followed immediately by guilt for having what she supposed might be a mercenary thought.
I’ll go see.
Lila left Sloane wringing her hands.
Turned out she didn’t need an assistant to play the footage. She watched it without paying much attention another two times. At the end of the second viewing, Sloane decided there wasn’t anything wrong with Cassidy’s delivery and the scene could stay as-is.
Anyone hurt?
Sloane asked when she saw Lila approaching.
A light nod. Sasha got sprayed with a few shards of glass and has a couple of superficial cuts. Abel is taking care of her.
Sloane nodded, distracted.
Just a scare,
Lila said.
Sloane kept nodding, not wanting to believe this was what she suddenly thought it might be. An omen at the very least; her worst fears, coming true ahead of schedule.
No. She was just being silly. She was a bit shook before the lights fell, was all. It would be foolish to let the old delusions get the best of her.
But paranoia made a powerful argument.
I’m going to take a look around, anyway,
Sloane said.
Chapter Two
Sloane
Sloane intended to investigate the crash immediately, but she ran to the restroom instead.
It was dumb, letting all the stupid paranoia swallow her up like that, but curbing those biological responses had always been hard. Given the reality of her work, of course the old emotions would return to haunt her. She did manage to keep herself from vomiting, sitting on the toilet lid while working to control her breath, slowly inhaling and exhaling enough times for things to start feeling almost regular again.
Shooting had just started. It would be a big mistake to let her worst fears start driving her emotions or her behavior. And an even bigger mistake to allow the cast or crew to see their director at anything less than her best.
She washed her face, glancing in the mirror and anticipating the battery of questions Lila would surely be asking her. The AD was probably waiting on the other side of the bathroom door.
Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she left the bathroom. As expected, her AD was waiting for her. She walked past Lila without a glance and, anticipating the question, said, I’m fine.
Someone should tell your face.
Sloane stopped walking and looked at her. That had been a bold thing to say, and she would have normally appreciated the candor, but right now she was frazzled and agitated, in that order. The first emotion came courtesy of that fallen light kit, and the second was a direct result of the accident.
It was just one of those things,
Lila added. They happen all the time.
I know.
Sloane was already walking again. And I’m not worried. I was just deep in thought when it fell, so the accident startled me more than it should have.
Good to hear.
Lila clearly didn’t believe her. Tomosino and Becky are looking into it right now.
Sloane didn’t reply, thinking hard while simultaneously trying to not get lost in her thoughts and hoping her AD wasn’t judging her.
Tomosino and Becky were both terrific production assistants. Everyone who worked for Shellter Productions was a high performer at the top of his or her respective game. Dominic and Melinda each had a sixth sense for spotting raw talent. Sloane had been watching them operate for most of her life, enjoying a front row seat for the last twenty years as they went from the husband and wife team representing a small cadre of Hollywood up-and-comers to the power couple now staining the industry’s lips.
Still, it didn’t matter how excellent Tomosino and Becky might be. They were production assistants, not lighting techs … or investigators.
Except Sloane didn’t need an investigator.
And she really needed to bar such thoughts from assaulting her mind.
There was no longer any scene of the crime by the time Sloane and Lila arrived in tandem. The glass was all gone from the ground. Abel got a couple of cuts while helping Sasha, but his were even more superficial than hers, and both were ready to work. Still, the accident had the feel of a narrow miss. A little to the left or right, and that fallen light kit might have led to a brutal injury. Perhaps even death.
That wasn’t a constructive thought, and right now the production was waiting on Sloane, but she wasn’t ready to do anything beyond studying a scene that was no longer there.
She turned to Lila. I’m glad it’s cleaned up, but shouldn’t we be investigating?
Investigating what?
Sloane didn’t want to say it.
Are you suggesting that Christian didn’t properly do his job?
Lila asked into her silence. Or are you suggesting that there might be sabotage on our set?
No, I’m not suggesting that at all.
But that was exactly what she was suggesting. Where is Christian? Why isn’t he here? Shouldn’t he be setting everything back up?
Sasha, Abel, Tomosino, Becky, and a mess of people whose names Sloane couldn’t rattle off the top of her head right now were all watching her while pretending not to.
Lila said, Christian’s on his way in right now. I called him a few minutes ago.
Why wasn’t he here?
Dominic has him working next door.
Oh.
She nodded. Of course.
Maybe it was arrogant to think the Shellys would give Sloane an entire crew all to herself.
Christian entered the scene on cue, having just caught the wiggling caboose of their conversation. He glanced at the broken light kit, now in a pile off to the side. His face twitched with annoyance and worse. I told Dominic I could flip back and forth between projects. Sorry about that. So, what happened?
Lily gave him the lowdown as he nodded.
Any idea how that might have happened?
Sloane asked. Then, because she was the director, she said, Is it possible that you made a mistake?
Of course it’s possible.
Christian shook his head. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve done this? Thirty-two years now. And I still triple check my work every time. So yes, it’s possible. But not likely.
Christian didn’t sound defensive at all. His voice had the tone of a man reading facts.
What would cause the kit to fall?
Sloane asked.
It could have been anything.
Christian shrugged. For instance—
In your opinion, could whatever happened to cause the crash been done without someone tampering—
In my opinion, no.
He gave her an emphatic shake of his head.
Lila cleared her throat. I’m not sure that—
We need to call the Shellys,
Sloane said.
She looked like she wanted to argue. Instead, she nodded. I’ll call them right now.
Maybe this was nothing. It was probably nothing. But Sloane knew herself well enough to cut her paranoia off at the pass. She needed to look this situation in its beady little eyes and acknowledge that her worst fears could possibly be true — the monster who tried to destroy her was now sabotaging her movie.
Yes, of course there were an infinite number of alternative explanations. But that one lived and writhed in her gut enough that she couldn’t ignore it.
Waiting was hard. The Shellys were always busy, and it wasn’t reasonable for Sloane to expect them to drop everything. Day one and they were already behind schedule. Seemed like everyone on set was ready to work except for her.
But Sloane was the director. If her head wasn’t in it, how could she be expected to make magic?
The doubt kept creeping through her, gaining strength and waging war on her confidence.
Dominic would be pissed.
Melinda would have to soothe him.
Sloane should really be working right now.
And she shouldn’t have had Lila call but rather should have called them herself.
She could do that now, tell them never mind, sorry to bother them.
Or maybe Sloane could call the police. They would look into things, maybe ask a few questions. Then it would be in someone else’s hands, and she could get back to work.
She had her phone out and was deciding on who to call first, the police or Melinda. The law made more sense. Sloane could more easily tell Melinda not to worry about it if the cops were on their way.
Lila?
Her AD was talking to Abel, the two of them standing several feet away. Lila paused her conversation and turned to Sloane.
Can you please call the police and report—
I really don’t think that’s necessary.
Lila tried to smile, but the expression seemed so uncertain on her face. There was an accident. This sort of thing happens on set.
Lila’s right,
boomed a voice from somewhere behind her.
Sloane turned to see Dominic walking in-stride with his wife, their expressions neutral.
I’m glad you guys are here.
But Sloane wasn’t so sure about that. It’s probably nothing, but—
Lila’s already caught us up,
Dominic said.
Why don’t we take a little walk.
Melinda gave her a kind smile, but there was no question mark at the end of that sentence.
Sloane followed the Shellys, same as she always did — this time to the edge of her set where any potential eavesdroppers scattered like leaves in the wind.
Dominic, direct as always, started right in. There won’t be any way for you to prove this was sabotage.
There’s also no way to prove it was only an accident.
Her blurted words sounded sharper than she intended.
Publicity would be bad for this project,
Melinda said in her perfectly even tone. Especially now.
I thought there was no such thing as bad publicity. Isn’t that what you guys always say?
Dominic shook his head. Not exactly.
Melinda clarified. "You’re mistaking our expressions. The quote, ‘There’s no such thing as bad publicity’ belongs to P.T. Barnum. We prefer Oscar Wilde’s, ‘There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.’ But the story being told does matter."
Story is everything,
Dominic added. You can only affect your reality, but you can always change the narrative. The better you are at that, the better you are at winning life.
Melinda stared at her. So, what’s our story?
Sloane knew some approximation of what she was supposed to say, but it wasn’t fair. She offered the Shellys a shrug instead of her answer. I don’t know.
Do we want law enforcement to be a character in this particular narrative?
Dominic asked.
She shook her