Brooklyn Blue: A Madison Knox Mystery (Book 1) by M.Z. Kelly

Author:M.Z. Kelly [Kelly, M.Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kingston Roads Press, LLC
Published: 2017-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

“Thorndike just offered me and Merrill a job,” Darryl said, after we’d moved into our new quarters later that night. He was using a pocket mirror to make sure his gelled hair was in place as he spoke to us. “We’re going to do hair and makeup.”

“As in hairdressers to the dead,” Merrill agreed, beaming.

“Sounds a long way from hairdressers to the stars,” Amy said. “You sure you two are up for grooming a bunch of corpses?”

Merrill answered. “My bro is hanging up his gorilla suit, and I’m putting the parking brake on the doo-doo-mobile forever. Life is good.” Darryl put his mirror away, and they bumped hips, making me again wonder about their sexual orientation.

Max raised a dark eyebrow and regarded the duo. “Just watch yourselves ‘round Frankenfool. After what happened today, I don’t trust the little ghoul.”

“Me neither,” Amy agreed. “I got a feeling he knows about where the bodies are buried around here.” Her eyes shifted toward the refrigerated compartment containing the unclaimed corpses on one wall of our new dwelling. “And some that haven’t been buried yet.”

“Are you still getting some bad vibes from our new roommates?” I asked Max.

She nodded. “I’m gettin’ me a bunch of vibes. None of ‘em are very good.”

“You’re starting to give me the willies,” Darryl said. He looked at his soul brother. “I think we should leave before it gets dark, and the vampires come out of their crypts.”

Merrill stood. “Roger that. There’s no telling what goes on in Zombie Nation after the sun goes down.”

After they were gone, I asked Max what she meant about the vibes she was getting.

Max looked at Amy. “I think we’re gonna need us a drink for what I got to say.”

Amy went over and got some wine out of the refrigerator, and three glasses from a box that was still unpacked. We then settled in on the sofa. As she was pouring our drinks, we heard a clanging sound somewhere in the building, then something that sounded like a groan.

“What the hell was that?” Amy asked, nearly spilling her drink.

“Maybe it was just the heating system,” I said, pushing down my anxiety.

“Or the dead walking the halls and groaning,” Max said ominously.

Amy took a big sip of her wine. “Before you get us even more freaked out about ghosts and goblins, let me tell you both the latest on what I heard about our search for Billy Cornelius.”

“I also got me a tip on Maria Ramirez and the missing girls,” Max said before sipping her own drink.

“After the day we’ve had, I hope it’s good news,” I said.

Amy went first, telling us what she’d learned about Billy Cornelius. “From what I’ve been able to piece together, Asia was skimming some of Bobby Angelo’s proceeds and got paid back. Rumor had it that Billy was working with her to pay off his drug debts to that drug dealer—his name is Ronald Dorsey—but managed to get away when he heard they’d been made. He’s in the wind.

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