Chimeras by Giorgi E. E

Author:Giorgi, E. E. [Giorgi, E. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Science Fiction, Crime, thriller
ISBN: 9780996045100
Goodreads: 21490854
Publisher: Quemazon Publishing
Published: 2014-04-05T07:00:00+00:00

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Detective Oscar Guerra left a note on my desk. “Lunch Monday?” it read. Laconic, as always, even in the written word. I jotted him down on my calendar: “Oscar—lunch—talk about Ilke case.” I tapped the pen against the paper. Strange little animal, the Hollywood business. Movie director Jerry White, showman Dan Horowitz, and all the beautiful, the rich, and the forever young. What did people like Medford and Tarantino have to do cavorting with them? And then there was Medford’s wife. Everybody knows Elizabeth, Detective, Horowitz had said.

Nelson’s high-pitched giggles from the room next door distracted me. I got up and went looking for the detective-wannabe who was supposed to help me with the Tarantino investigation. She was sitting on Luke’s desk, happily chatting her way through tabloids, blockbusters, and TV shows.

“You’re kidding!” I heard her shrill. “Did you watch the sequel too? It was to die for!”

“Did you die for those papers I asked you to sort through, Nelson?”

She startled. Luke straightened up in his chair. “Hey Track,” he said.

Nelson sulked. “Nothing whatsoever came out of the Tarantinos’ phone logs—”

“I’m not talking about that.”

She rolled her eyes, hopped off Luke’s desk and mumbled a weary, “I’ll see you later, Luke.”

I followed her to one of the common rooms, where she pointed to an open cardboard box sitting on a large metal table. Next to the box was an unrolled map of L.A. county, with a few areas between North Hollywood and Westwood marked in bright yellow. “It took me the whole day to sort through all phone logs, financial records, bank statements and what have you.”

I reached for the coffee pot sitting on a file cabinet next to a snake of Styrofoam cups and helped myself to a lukewarm brew. I hate lukewarm American coffee. It’s even worse than American coffee. “And?” I prodded, inhaling the awakening wafts of caffeine.

“Nothing.”

A mouthful of coffee went the wrong way down my throat. “What d’you mean nothing? You spent the whole day and got nothing out of it? What d’you get paid for?”

Nelson’s pretty lips twitched into a pout. She came so close to my face I smelled Luke’s aftershave on her skin. “You know, Track,” she hissed, “I used to like you a lot better before you got your D-2 promotion. Still an asshole, but at least you were fun to hang out with on Friday nights.” A disgusted look clinging to her dark eyes, she snagged my tie and tugged it. “Look at you now. All dressed up and plastered behind the I-no-longer-have-time-for-you-people shitty attitude.”

A doorknob from across the hallway squeaked and a Rape Special lieutenant came out of one of the offices and walked straight to our room. Nelson let go of my tie and took a step back. “Sorry to disappoint you, Detective,” she said, her voice tuned back to mellow. “All payments Jennifer Huxley received were from her paychecks. You’re welcome to double-check yourself, if you want. In the meantime, I’ll go ahead and bring these back to the evidence room.

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