Love & Desire & Hate [antikvár]

Frobguc ACAPULCO 1955 1 he Chief Inspector of the local police didn't like movie people at all. He disliked them disrupting his happy playground of a town when they were shooting, and he hated it even more when one of them died. There was only one thing worse than a death on location and that was two deaths; now there were three. This last tragedy appeared to have been an accident. An old wooden cable car carrying the unfortunate man had crashed down to the rocky beach, killing him instantly. For the third time in as many months Chief Inspector Gomez had been awakened from an untroubled sleep to attend to the needs of this ill-assorted group of actors, producers and technicians, who now stood ashen-faced on the beach by the hght of a sickly moon, the light Pacific breeze ruffling the chiffon and silk of the women's dresses. He began by asking them some well-chosen questions. The young Wunderkind director, the first to have reached the body, told Gomez that without exception every member of the cast and crew had loathed the dead man—but: The legendary leading lady protested that he had truly been a gentle man beneath his ruthless exterior.