Mike’s Murder

In West Los Angeles, Betty Parrish works as a bank teller and begins a complicated arc after a casual encounter with a young tennis instructor, Mike Chuhutsky, a meeting that promises a follow-up but never materializes. Mike can’t make ends meet in the stylish Brentwood neighborhood where he’s moved, and he turns to dealing drugs as a risky sideline. A year or so later, he spots Betty on Sunset Boulevard and flags her down for a ride, explaining that he’s being hunted by rivals who want to seize control of his turf and that his life is in danger. Betty reluctantly gives him a lift and drops him off at the top of a long drive into an opulent home perched high on Doheny Drive, a setting that feels symbolic of a world of wealth and secrets.

Their friendship resumes as a “telephone” relationship, a pattern of calls and almost-rendezvous that materializes in fits and starts. Mike makes a date and then cancels, or simply vanishes for extended periods, while Betty—who’s dabbling in a relationship with an artistic, uncertain world—holds onto the hope of a real connection. The bond remains fragile, yet Betty clings to it, eager for what might be, even as the reality of Mike’s life grows more tangled and unstable.

Mike insists that, after weathering threats and trouble, he’ll quit the drug trade for good. But debt shadows him, and the sources of that debt are never clearly explained. It’s a persistent, murky pressure—fronts, loans, and obligations that never quite vanish, leaving Mike perpetually on the edge. The situation escalates when Pete, his former drug-dealing partner and still a close ally, offers a high-stakes, quick-money job: $3,000 for a routine task that would require a partner this time. Mike agrees, and Betty is left waiting for a normal evening that never arrives. The job itself is deceptively simple: mule a suitcase from a downtown Union Station locker to the home of a pair of major drug dealers. The dealers examine the cargo, weighing it with clinical precision, until a security alarm interrupts the operation. With little fanfare, Pete signals Mike to take a small portion, and the two make a frantic escape before the dealers can recover.

What follows is a relentless chase. After dropping Mike off at his apartment, two enforcers seize him, while Pete bolts, leaving Mike to improvise his escape. The day spirals into a sequence of close calls and evasions as Mike becomes hunted and increasingly relies on coke to steady himself. The pressure and peril mount, and a friend eventually delivers a devastating message: Mike is dead. Betty is left to confront the brutal consequence of a life lived on the edge, and the shock is compounded by the knowledge that the world Mike inhabited is a web of loyalty, debt, and violence.

Betty’s investigation unfolds further when she learns how Mike’s life became entangled with the glamorous, perilous circles around Doheny Drive. The story reveals that Mike’s path began far from the bright lights of Hollywood—he was hitchhiked across the country by Philip Green, a wealthy middle-aged rock music producer who paid for his ticket to Los Angeles after a cross-country fling. In Green’s enclave, Mike rents a Brentwood space, teaches tennis when he can, and supplements his income with drug dealing. Green admits a genuine affection for Mike and says he never fully understood what the loans were for, but he kept funding them as a way to keep him close. Mike never truly quits, bound by a debt that seems to be accepted as the price of life in that circle.

Betty’s path of discovery continues as she speaks with others who knew Mike, including friends who describe years of parasitic relationships with older photographers and other figures who drift through Mike’s orbit. The portrait that emerges is bleak: a life lived on the edge of money, fame, and dependence, where people come and go and the price of keeping a fragile dream alive is often fear and violence. The truth lands with a thud when Betty returns to Mike’s apartment and confronts a scene of horror: blood stains on walls, a saturated carpet, shattered furniture, and the quiet, methodical presence of police dusting for fingerprints.

After a period of upheaval, Betty stays with Patty for two weeks, grappling with the facts and the memories, before returning to her own home. She remains haunted by the murder of Pete and by the realization that the killers who pursued Mike may have moved on to others, or perhaps to her, but she refuses to pretend this life never happened. She explains to her family that she never heard the voices of Mike’s murderers and that, for now, she intends to leave the worst of it behind while carrying the lessons it taught her. In the end, she chooses to move forward, determined to rebuild her life with a tempered sense of caution, knowing that the lure of a glamorous, dangerous world can be both seductive and ruinous.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 14:41