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almost anything for him.
“I’ll see what I can do after we solve the case. No promises.” I headed for the door, adding, “Let me know if Mom’s head starts spinning around on her shoulders.”
Chapter Twelve
Half an hour after I left my mom and brother, Bernie and I were waved through the security gates at Karma’s estate. I parked, noticing there were a couple of police cruisers in the lot, probably there to assist with security.
Holmby Hills was home to almost as many stars as Hollywood. Karma’s rambling Tudor estate, called Serene, a reference to her first hit song, was, of course, green. Even though I knew I’d be going to the singer’s estate, I’d taken a silent vow never to wear her so-called power color again. I was dressed in a pair of black Anne Klein pants, a blue blazer, and Jimmy Choo flats, your basic homicide cop outfit.
I was surprised to see Natalie and Mo as I walked up the driveway. They were wearing green shirts that said, “security,” in bold lettering. A utility belt with handcuffs, a flashlight, several keys, and what I assumed was pepper spray, completed their ensembles. Thankfully, I didn’t see any guns.
“You guys didn’t waste any time starting to work,” I said.
“Need to check your identification,” Mo said, using what I assumed was her deep, bodyguard voice. She leaned in closer to me and motioned to a muscular man standing near a guard shack. He had a shaved head and a thick handlebar moustache. “Sorry, just following orders from the head of security.”
I handed over my wallet badge as Natalie said to me, “His name’s Earl Conners. He thinks Mo’s milkers are the berries.”
Mo finished with my badge, handed it back, and deadpanned, “He’s just a victim of breastnosis—a little dumbstruck by the girls.”
I smiled. “I always say, use whatever tools are in the garage.”
W e walked up the pathway toward the house and Natalie introduced me to Earl. The security chief fumbled with some paperwork, before handing it over to me. “This is the protocol for permission to be on the grounds. You need read it and sign at the bottom.”
I saw that his eyes wandered over to Mo as I took the paperwork from him. He really did seem to have an unnatural attraction to her enormous breasts.
After a moment, Earl finally regained enough of his senses to add, “No deviation from any of the rules is permitted.”
I reviewed the paperwork, which appeared to be a list of dos and don’ts. I then saw the wording at the bottom of the list, indicating that the grounds were patrolled by armed guards, 24-7.
“What happens if someone tries to breach the perimeter of the grounds?” I asked.
It appeared to take all of Earl’s considerable strength to pull his eyes away from Mo again. “We respond and use deadly force, if necessary.”
I gave him back the paperwork and thanked him. The three of us, along with Bernie, left him behind, walking on toward the house.
“I think Earl’s on the juice,” Mo said when we were out of earshot. “Saw him get crazy angry this morning at one of the landscapers for no reason.”
I’d noticed that Earl Conners was so muscle-bound he had trouble walking normally. His anger could be related to the use of steroids.
Natalie giggled and said, “You know what they say the juice does to the goose. Betcha Earl’s carrying around a limp Tootsie Roll.”
We shared a moment of laughter before I huddled with them. “Can you two do me a favor and let me know about anyone who might pose a danger to Karma? And, please be careful. Until we solve this case, I don’t think anyone’s safe.”
“Not to worry,” Natalie said, motioning to Mo. “Never underestimate the power of nipples.”
I said goodbye to my friends and met up with Charlie and Pearl near the residence.
“We just got word Karma’s limousine is about a block away,” Charlie said.
As we waited for the gates to open, Pearl said, “Saw you on TV. Nice work with
“I’ll see what I can do after we solve the case. No promises.” I headed for the door, adding, “Let me know if Mom’s head starts spinning around on her shoulders.”
Chapter Twelve
Half an hour after I left my mom and brother, Bernie and I were waved through the security gates at Karma’s estate. I parked, noticing there were a couple of police cruisers in the lot, probably there to assist with security.
Holmby Hills was home to almost as many stars as Hollywood. Karma’s rambling Tudor estate, called Serene, a reference to her first hit song, was, of course, green. Even though I knew I’d be going to the singer’s estate, I’d taken a silent vow never to wear her so-called power color again. I was dressed in a pair of black Anne Klein pants, a blue blazer, and Jimmy Choo flats, your basic homicide cop outfit.
I was surprised to see Natalie and Mo as I walked up the driveway. They were wearing green shirts that said, “security,” in bold lettering. A utility belt with handcuffs, a flashlight, several keys, and what I assumed was pepper spray, completed their ensembles. Thankfully, I didn’t see any guns.
“You guys didn’t waste any time starting to work,” I said.
“Need to check your identification,” Mo said, using what I assumed was her deep, bodyguard voice. She leaned in closer to me and motioned to a muscular man standing near a guard shack. He had a shaved head and a thick handlebar moustache. “Sorry, just following orders from the head of security.”
I handed over my wallet badge as Natalie said to me, “His name’s Earl Conners. He thinks Mo’s milkers are the berries.”
Mo finished with my badge, handed it back, and deadpanned, “He’s just a victim of breastnosis—a little dumbstruck by the girls.”
I smiled. “I always say, use whatever tools are in the garage.”
W e walked up the pathway toward the house and Natalie introduced me to Earl. The security chief fumbled with some paperwork, before handing it over to me. “This is the protocol for permission to be on the grounds. You need read it and sign at the bottom.”
I saw that his eyes wandered over to Mo as I took the paperwork from him. He really did seem to have an unnatural attraction to her enormous breasts.
After a moment, Earl finally regained enough of his senses to add, “No deviation from any of the rules is permitted.”
I reviewed the paperwork, which appeared to be a list of dos and don’ts. I then saw the wording at the bottom of the list, indicating that the grounds were patrolled by armed guards, 24-7.
“What happens if someone tries to breach the perimeter of the grounds?” I asked.
It appeared to take all of Earl’s considerable strength to pull his eyes away from Mo again. “We respond and use deadly force, if necessary.”
I gave him back the paperwork and thanked him. The three of us, along with Bernie, left him behind, walking on toward the house.
“I think Earl’s on the juice,” Mo said when we were out of earshot. “Saw him get crazy angry this morning at one of the landscapers for no reason.”
I’d noticed that Earl Conners was so muscle-bound he had trouble walking normally. His anger could be related to the use of steroids.
Natalie giggled and said, “You know what they say the juice does to the goose. Betcha Earl’s carrying around a limp Tootsie Roll.”
We shared a moment of laughter before I huddled with them. “Can you two do me a favor and let me know about anyone who might pose a danger to Karma? And, please be careful. Until we solve this case, I don’t think anyone’s safe.”
“Not to worry,” Natalie said, motioning to Mo. “Never underestimate the power of nipples.”
I said goodbye to my friends and met up with Charlie and Pearl near the residence.
“We just got word Karma’s limousine is about a block away,” Charlie said.
As we waited for the gates to open, Pearl said, “Saw you on TV. Nice work with
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