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offer them. “Popcorn, gentlemen?”
David took a handful of popcorn. “I need a beer, too.”
One corner of his lip curled when Mac shook his head. “Sorry, man, you’re on duty. You need to watch this sober.”
While David took three bottle waters out of his portable fridge for them to have with the popcorn, Bogie asked Mac, “Tonya said the governor called to request we let Bevis in on the investigation. What did you tell him?”
“No,” Mac said.
“You said no to the governor?” Bogie shook his head. “You’re either the bravest man I know, or the stupidest.”
Seeing the arch in Bogie’s eyebrow, Mac added, “I also told him that I would present to him a weekend getaway at the Spencer Inn for his birthday if he kept Bevis away from this case—on account of him being a suspect. That was when he said okay.”
“Which proves it pays to have friends in high places.” After giving Mac a high five, Bogie slipped into a chair at the table.
Sitting across from him, Mac said, “You seem to know a lot about Khloe’s show. Have you ever watched it?”
“Only one episode out of curiosity,” he confessed. “It was everything I thought it would be.”
David set a bottle down in front of the deputy chief. “What was it you imagined?”
“Stupid,” Bogie said. “It was a stupid show about stupid women who couldn’t stop acting stupid with each other and everyone in their lives. Reality? Bah! I can’t believe real people could be that stupid.”
“I really want a beer,” David muttered.
“When you’re off duty.” Mac hit the play button.
The show opened with the sun rising on a sprawling home in the Hollywood hills. The first several minutes had the four roommates making cutting remarks to each other while fixing their breakfasts and checking their emails and texts. Bogie paused and introduced each of the three women who lived with Khloe.
“That’s Rain Drop,” Bogie said when a leggy redhead came into the kitchen. “She and Khloe hated each other.”
“She was the woman Khloe was fighting with on the show when I found her body,” David said.
“Rain Drop is a singer, and a good one,” Bogie said. “She’s the only one out of the four to make anything of herself. Probably because she’s the only one who had any talent for anything besides back-stabbing. Khloe was so jealous of her that she couldn’t see straight. Rain Drop saw Khloe for what she was, and she would call her on it.”
The show progressed, and Khloe and Rain Drop bickered during the course of the day about a singer in Rain Drop’s band being interested in Khloe. The fighting escalated into a knock down drag out fight in which the two women brawled until their two roommates had to pull them apart.
David recalled that was the scene he heard when he had come into the bedroom to find Khloe’s body. The show went on to end with later in the evening with Khloe tearfully drinking a glass of wine with a young man, Nick. In a sidebar, she told the audience that Nick was her best friend. A homosexual, he seemed to really understand her, and to love her unconditionally.
“He’s got a hundred times more talent than Rain Drop,” she told the camera. “I met him while he was singing at a club that my friends and I went to for my twenty-first birthday.”
Mac sat up. “Didn’t Khloe turn twenty-one the month before her so-called abduction?”
“Yes,” David said. “Five weeks before she disappeared.”
“Do you recall interviewing that guy?” Mac pointed to the television screen where Khloe was dissolving into tears. Her friend was an extremely slender young man. His face was so gaunt looking that his high cheekbones and sunken eyes made him resemble a skeleton.
“Nope,” David answered.
“No one could possibly understand,” Khloe sobbed on the show. “They don’t care about what I’ve been through. No one believes me—the police in Maryland are trying to have me arrested.”
“For what?” Nick
David took a handful of popcorn. “I need a beer, too.”
One corner of his lip curled when Mac shook his head. “Sorry, man, you’re on duty. You need to watch this sober.”
While David took three bottle waters out of his portable fridge for them to have with the popcorn, Bogie asked Mac, “Tonya said the governor called to request we let Bevis in on the investigation. What did you tell him?”
“No,” Mac said.
“You said no to the governor?” Bogie shook his head. “You’re either the bravest man I know, or the stupidest.”
Seeing the arch in Bogie’s eyebrow, Mac added, “I also told him that I would present to him a weekend getaway at the Spencer Inn for his birthday if he kept Bevis away from this case—on account of him being a suspect. That was when he said okay.”
“Which proves it pays to have friends in high places.” After giving Mac a high five, Bogie slipped into a chair at the table.
Sitting across from him, Mac said, “You seem to know a lot about Khloe’s show. Have you ever watched it?”
“Only one episode out of curiosity,” he confessed. “It was everything I thought it would be.”
David set a bottle down in front of the deputy chief. “What was it you imagined?”
“Stupid,” Bogie said. “It was a stupid show about stupid women who couldn’t stop acting stupid with each other and everyone in their lives. Reality? Bah! I can’t believe real people could be that stupid.”
“I really want a beer,” David muttered.
“When you’re off duty.” Mac hit the play button.
The show opened with the sun rising on a sprawling home in the Hollywood hills. The first several minutes had the four roommates making cutting remarks to each other while fixing their breakfasts and checking their emails and texts. Bogie paused and introduced each of the three women who lived with Khloe.
“That’s Rain Drop,” Bogie said when a leggy redhead came into the kitchen. “She and Khloe hated each other.”
“She was the woman Khloe was fighting with on the show when I found her body,” David said.
“Rain Drop is a singer, and a good one,” Bogie said. “She’s the only one out of the four to make anything of herself. Probably because she’s the only one who had any talent for anything besides back-stabbing. Khloe was so jealous of her that she couldn’t see straight. Rain Drop saw Khloe for what she was, and she would call her on it.”
The show progressed, and Khloe and Rain Drop bickered during the course of the day about a singer in Rain Drop’s band being interested in Khloe. The fighting escalated into a knock down drag out fight in which the two women brawled until their two roommates had to pull them apart.
David recalled that was the scene he heard when he had come into the bedroom to find Khloe’s body. The show went on to end with later in the evening with Khloe tearfully drinking a glass of wine with a young man, Nick. In a sidebar, she told the audience that Nick was her best friend. A homosexual, he seemed to really understand her, and to love her unconditionally.
“He’s got a hundred times more talent than Rain Drop,” she told the camera. “I met him while he was singing at a club that my friends and I went to for my twenty-first birthday.”
Mac sat up. “Didn’t Khloe turn twenty-one the month before her so-called abduction?”
“Yes,” David said. “Five weeks before she disappeared.”
“Do you recall interviewing that guy?” Mac pointed to the television screen where Khloe was dissolving into tears. Her friend was an extremely slender young man. His face was so gaunt looking that his high cheekbones and sunken eyes made him resemble a skeleton.
“Nope,” David answered.
“No one could possibly understand,” Khloe sobbed on the show. “They don’t care about what I’ve been through. No one believes me—the police in Maryland are trying to have me arrested.”
“For what?” Nick
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