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make it tomorrow night. I’m supposed to have a drink with Buck.”
“You two gonna saddle up again?” Natalie asked.
“I thought you and Noah was serious,” Mo said.
“It’s just a drink for old time’s sake, nothing more.”
Mo looked at Natalie like I’d just committed murder, but then went back to the topic at hand. “What about the eviction? If we don’t do somethin’, Mean Gene’s gonna kick us so far down the curb, we’ll end up in Pacoima.”
I sighed. “See if Krump can come by tomorrow night at nine. I’ll try to make it.”
TWELVE
I got a late start the next morning thanks to hair that didn’t cooperate, a dog that wanted to have sex with an old lady’s poodle, and a long line at the local Starbucks where I waited to have my brain infused with caffeine. To make matters worse, when I got to the station, Leo was waiting for me and said we were wanted at MRS, the department’s Media Relations Section, in downtown Los Angeles.
“From what I know, Commander Miles wants an update on our case because the national media has picked up on everything,” Leo said as he drove us. “We drew the short straw, so Ozzie chose us to do the briefing.”
Sherry Miles had recently been named the head of MRS. She was a no-nonsense administrator, but also a survivor in a sometimes thankless job where power and politics prevailed.
“We can thank Carmine Feckle for this,” I said.
“Who?”
I sipped my coffee, then said, “He’s that little worm who does crime stories on one of the cable networks. He’s got everyone stirred up.”
As he waited for a green light to merge onto the freeway, Leo glanced over at me. “Long night?”
“It’s that obvious?”
My partner always had a smile. “You seem a little…preoccupied.”
“Mean Gene and his little weenie served us with eviction papers last night. Unless our lawyer pulls a miracle out of his hat, we’ll be living on the streets.”
“You can always stay with Lil and me, if it comes to that. We’ve got a spare room.”
“Thanks, but I couldn’t impose. If it comes down to having nowhere else to go, I guess I can stay with my mother.”
Just the thought of living with my new-age, adoptive mom sent a wave of depression through me. We’d had issues ever since I learned that she’d kept the truth about not being my biological mother from me. In the intervening months, I’d also learned that she and my love-dad had issues when they were married and she’d even been involved in a relationship with Ryan Cooper, the man who had murdered him. I knew that Cooper had used her to get back at my love-dad, but it was an act of betrayal that I didn’t know if I could ever get past.
Leo and I chatted about our case as he drove, the conversation eventually turning to my personal investigation into the death of my love-dad as we got to downtown Los Angeles. “Anything new on Kellen Malone and his ties to the Revelation?” Leo asked.
“I’ve been so busy with work and moving that I really haven’t had a chance to look into things further.” I finished the last of my coffee and cracked the rear window so Bernie could get some air. “I have a feeling that one of these days I’m going to need to have a conversation with Mr. Malone.” Not to mention, Oz.
“Just be careful. We’ve heard a lot of bad things about him.”
Almost everyone who knew Malone, including his own father, had said he was dangerous and would stop at nothing to control and manipulate those around him. It was rumored that he’d been involved in the Revelation at the highest levels. The secret organization was said to control much of the power in Hollywood and what went on in the studios.
As we pulled into a parking space at the Police Administration Building, I said, “For now, everything’s on the back burner.” I opened my door. “Let’s go do the bureaucratic waltz.”
We met with Commander Miles and her new assistant, Melvina Peters, in a sixth floor
“You two gonna saddle up again?” Natalie asked.
“I thought you and Noah was serious,” Mo said.
“It’s just a drink for old time’s sake, nothing more.”
Mo looked at Natalie like I’d just committed murder, but then went back to the topic at hand. “What about the eviction? If we don’t do somethin’, Mean Gene’s gonna kick us so far down the curb, we’ll end up in Pacoima.”
I sighed. “See if Krump can come by tomorrow night at nine. I’ll try to make it.”
TWELVE
I got a late start the next morning thanks to hair that didn’t cooperate, a dog that wanted to have sex with an old lady’s poodle, and a long line at the local Starbucks where I waited to have my brain infused with caffeine. To make matters worse, when I got to the station, Leo was waiting for me and said we were wanted at MRS, the department’s Media Relations Section, in downtown Los Angeles.
“From what I know, Commander Miles wants an update on our case because the national media has picked up on everything,” Leo said as he drove us. “We drew the short straw, so Ozzie chose us to do the briefing.”
Sherry Miles had recently been named the head of MRS. She was a no-nonsense administrator, but also a survivor in a sometimes thankless job where power and politics prevailed.
“We can thank Carmine Feckle for this,” I said.
“Who?”
I sipped my coffee, then said, “He’s that little worm who does crime stories on one of the cable networks. He’s got everyone stirred up.”
As he waited for a green light to merge onto the freeway, Leo glanced over at me. “Long night?”
“It’s that obvious?”
My partner always had a smile. “You seem a little…preoccupied.”
“Mean Gene and his little weenie served us with eviction papers last night. Unless our lawyer pulls a miracle out of his hat, we’ll be living on the streets.”
“You can always stay with Lil and me, if it comes to that. We’ve got a spare room.”
“Thanks, but I couldn’t impose. If it comes down to having nowhere else to go, I guess I can stay with my mother.”
Just the thought of living with my new-age, adoptive mom sent a wave of depression through me. We’d had issues ever since I learned that she’d kept the truth about not being my biological mother from me. In the intervening months, I’d also learned that she and my love-dad had issues when they were married and she’d even been involved in a relationship with Ryan Cooper, the man who had murdered him. I knew that Cooper had used her to get back at my love-dad, but it was an act of betrayal that I didn’t know if I could ever get past.
Leo and I chatted about our case as he drove, the conversation eventually turning to my personal investigation into the death of my love-dad as we got to downtown Los Angeles. “Anything new on Kellen Malone and his ties to the Revelation?” Leo asked.
“I’ve been so busy with work and moving that I really haven’t had a chance to look into things further.” I finished the last of my coffee and cracked the rear window so Bernie could get some air. “I have a feeling that one of these days I’m going to need to have a conversation with Mr. Malone.” Not to mention, Oz.
“Just be careful. We’ve heard a lot of bad things about him.”
Almost everyone who knew Malone, including his own father, had said he was dangerous and would stop at nothing to control and manipulate those around him. It was rumored that he’d been involved in the Revelation at the highest levels. The secret organization was said to control much of the power in Hollywood and what went on in the studios.
As we pulled into a parking space at the Police Administration Building, I said, “For now, everything’s on the back burner.” I opened my door. “Let’s go do the bureaucratic waltz.”
We met with Commander Miles and her new assistant, Melvina Peters, in a sixth floor
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