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the press. Maybe they’ll give you the captain’s pay.”
“Yeah, he screws up the investigation and I take the heat. Given my history, I’m sure the brass will have a little something extra for me before all this is over, but it won’t be in the form of a paycheck.”
Vee, Karma’s FFF, came running out of the house as the superstar’s limo drove through the gates. She had on a short neon green skirt, a red blouse, and yellow stiletto heels. I wasn’t sure if the FFF was colorblind or planning on auditioning for a circus. She’d been crying and her mascara had run down her cheeks.
Vee rushed to the limo and hugged Karma as the driver helped the singer exit. An attractive, well-dressed blonde woman also stepped out of the car.
“Karma will be in seclusion,” Vee said as they moved past us toward the residence. “There will be no interviews or discussion until she spends a proper amount of time in mourning.”
Seclusion. Why is it that only the rich and famous get to go into seclusion? And what in the hell do you do when you’re in seclusion? Bernie and I blocked their path.
“Not acceptable,” I said.
Karma looked up at me, tugging at the sash on her green chiffon robe. Her face was red and puffy. “Please give me some time to be alone. I can’t believe what’s happened.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, this will only take a few minutes. We need to find whoever’s responsible for what’s been happening and put an end to it. You owe that much to Trevon.”
Karma looked over at Vee, then back at me. Her eyes lowered and she nodded. “Can I have Vee and Barbara with me while we talk?”
“Of course.”
I had no idea who Barbara was until I was introduced to the blonde who’d been in the limo. She was the singer’s business manager, from what I got out of Vee.
A handsome man in his mid-thirties who looked like he could be in the movies came out of the residence before we entered. We learned he was Dr. Adam Shaw, Karma’s personal physician. He spoke to the singer for a moment and gave her something in a small envelope before leaving. It was probably zanies. Half of Hollywood was addicted to the tranquilizer.
As we entered the residence, I realized that Karma’s FFF was not happy with me. She pushed the front door open, slamming it against the wall.
Once we’d all gathered around a table in the dining parlor with a magnificent view of the city, Vee began stomping around the adjacent kitchen. When I started to ask Karma a question, she dropped a pan on the kitchen floor, banging it on the tile several times. It was enough to cause Bernie to growl.
I gave Bernie the German command, nein , which means, no chewing up the FFF. I left the parlor and confronted Vee in the kitchen. With her ruined mascara and ridiculous outfit, she was definitely circus clown material.
“I’m only going to say this once, Vee. Make another disturbance, throw another fit, act like a spoiled two-year-old again, and I will have you put in jail.”
“For what?”
“For impeding a murder investigation.”
She looked at me, tears streaming down her messy defiant face.
Barbara, the business manager, came over to us. She hugged the FFF and said, “Please Vee. Let K arma talk to the detectives, then we can mourn.”
The scary clown face with the green dots tattooed over her eyebrow, a look perfect for Halloween, turned in my direction. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”
I nodded. “Do yourself and everyone else a favor. Go into the bathroom and wash your face.”
I thanked Barbara and walked back over to Karma after Vee disappeared down the hall. I took a seat, noticing a man coming through the front door. The singer rose and hugged him.
“The Dawg’s manager, Harley Porter,” Charlie explained.
“I stopped by Trevon’s estate and heard what happened,” Porter said, after introductions. He paused, his eyes filling with tears. “It’s a terrible tragedy. I’d like to stay and help out in any way I
“Yeah, he screws up the investigation and I take the heat. Given my history, I’m sure the brass will have a little something extra for me before all this is over, but it won’t be in the form of a paycheck.”
Vee, Karma’s FFF, came running out of the house as the superstar’s limo drove through the gates. She had on a short neon green skirt, a red blouse, and yellow stiletto heels. I wasn’t sure if the FFF was colorblind or planning on auditioning for a circus. She’d been crying and her mascara had run down her cheeks.
Vee rushed to the limo and hugged Karma as the driver helped the singer exit. An attractive, well-dressed blonde woman also stepped out of the car.
“Karma will be in seclusion,” Vee said as they moved past us toward the residence. “There will be no interviews or discussion until she spends a proper amount of time in mourning.”
Seclusion. Why is it that only the rich and famous get to go into seclusion? And what in the hell do you do when you’re in seclusion? Bernie and I blocked their path.
“Not acceptable,” I said.
Karma looked up at me, tugging at the sash on her green chiffon robe. Her face was red and puffy. “Please give me some time to be alone. I can’t believe what’s happened.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry, this will only take a few minutes. We need to find whoever’s responsible for what’s been happening and put an end to it. You owe that much to Trevon.”
Karma looked over at Vee, then back at me. Her eyes lowered and she nodded. “Can I have Vee and Barbara with me while we talk?”
“Of course.”
I had no idea who Barbara was until I was introduced to the blonde who’d been in the limo. She was the singer’s business manager, from what I got out of Vee.
A handsome man in his mid-thirties who looked like he could be in the movies came out of the residence before we entered. We learned he was Dr. Adam Shaw, Karma’s personal physician. He spoke to the singer for a moment and gave her something in a small envelope before leaving. It was probably zanies. Half of Hollywood was addicted to the tranquilizer.
As we entered the residence, I realized that Karma’s FFF was not happy with me. She pushed the front door open, slamming it against the wall.
Once we’d all gathered around a table in the dining parlor with a magnificent view of the city, Vee began stomping around the adjacent kitchen. When I started to ask Karma a question, she dropped a pan on the kitchen floor, banging it on the tile several times. It was enough to cause Bernie to growl.
I gave Bernie the German command, nein , which means, no chewing up the FFF. I left the parlor and confronted Vee in the kitchen. With her ruined mascara and ridiculous outfit, she was definitely circus clown material.
“I’m only going to say this once, Vee. Make another disturbance, throw another fit, act like a spoiled two-year-old again, and I will have you put in jail.”
“For what?”
“For impeding a murder investigation.”
She looked at me, tears streaming down her messy defiant face.
Barbara, the business manager, came over to us. She hugged the FFF and said, “Please Vee. Let K arma talk to the detectives, then we can mourn.”
The scary clown face with the green dots tattooed over her eyebrow, a look perfect for Halloween, turned in my direction. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”
I nodded. “Do yourself and everyone else a favor. Go into the bathroom and wash your face.”
I thanked Barbara and walked back over to Karma after Vee disappeared down the hall. I took a seat, noticing a man coming through the front door. The singer rose and hugged him.
“The Dawg’s manager, Harley Porter,” Charlie explained.
“I stopped by Trevon’s estate and heard what happened,” Porter said, after introductions. He paused, his eyes filling with tears. “It’s a terrible tragedy. I’d like to stay and help out in any way I
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