Blind Item by Kevin Dickson

Author:Kevin Dickson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imprint

CHAPTER 18

THE DING OF THE ELEVATOR ricocheted like a birdcall around the cement cavern of the parking lot of Seamus’s Beverly Hills condo complex. Seamus stepped into bright fluorescent light and spotted Bluey waiting, as usual, in the red zone in front of the elevator doors. He waved comically at him, then got in the car.

“Hello, boss,” Bluey said warmly.

“Hey, Blue,” Seamus responded, roughing up Bluey’s already messy hair with his hand. “Did you get Nicola home okay?”

“Yeah, mate,” Bluey replied, pulling the car toward the exit gate. “She was a sleepy girl. Didn’t look like she got much shut-eye last night.”

Seamus laughed. “That makes two of us,” he said.

“Three of us, you fucking arse,” Bluey said with mock severity.

“You never sleep,” Seamus said. “Captain Redundant.”

“You have a point,” Bluey said absently, pulling the car up onto the street. He paused, checking for paps on bikes. Certain the street was empty, he made a slow left.

“How about that fucking cunt Paul Stroud?” Seamus said. “He was lucky to get Nicola once, the fuck if I’m going to let him disrespect her like that again.”

“Would you like me to send him a warning?”

“Hmm. Maybe. Not yet. Lemme talk to Nicola and see where she is with him. He’s her client, of sorts.”

“He’s a fucking tool,” Bluey said curtly. “Farting in women’s faces. What a fucking douche.”

“Maybe we’ll send him a little message that he needs to treat all women a bit better,” Seamus said. “No need to single out Nicola. Let’s do a public service. Shut the fucker down.”

“Nicola said that after she turned him down, he called the reporter who did his interview back and banged her.”

“Wait—he’s farting into the face of the press right now?”

“I’d say so,” laughed Bluey.

“Maybe he does have a purpose after all,” Seamus roared. “Let’s leave the fucker be. There are a lot of journalists I can think of who deserve a face full of fresh fart.”

Cresting Coldwater Canyon, they could see the lights of the Valley spread out below them like grains of dirty sand. Halfway back down to Valley level, Bluey hung a right and wended the massive car through a narrow, sleepy street.

“Is there a valet?” Seamus asked as they slowed down and Bluey checked the address on his phone.

“Don’t think so, boss,” Bluey replied. “Want me to drop you at the gate and then park?”

“Nah, let’s park and walk. My legs could do with it. I’ve been a slug all day.”

They parked beyond the house and walked back. The houses they passed were shrouded in darkness. It was nearly midnight.

“I can’t even hear any music,” Seamus whispered as they reached the metal door set in an imposing cement wall. Before Bluey could knock, the door swung open, and he was pulled into a bear hug by a gigantic black man.

“Hey, Landis,” Bluey said into the man’s chest. “Good to see you, too.”

“Landis,” said Seamus, shaking the guard’s hand. “Good to see you, man.”

Landis gave Bluey a noogie and pushed him away.

“Thanks for coming, gentlemen,” he said, returning to the temporary desk by the door.

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