Hollywood Enemy: A Hollywood Alphabet Series Thriller by Kelly M.Z

Author:Kelly, M.Z. [Kelly, M.Z.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-08-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

After we hauled Al Martin back to the car, I removed his handcuffs and asked him for a description of his brother. He fumbled with his wallet, finally pulling out a photograph and jabbing it at me. “It was taken about five years ago before he became a freak.”

I scanned the photo, my head snapping back in disbelief, the name Loretta Martin suddenly registering. “Damn it. He’s been right in front of us the whole time.”

Dawson leaned over, taking in the photograph. “What’re you talking about?”

“The flight attendant on the chartered jet your agency uses is Loretta Martin.” I looked at the photo again, exhaling in frustration. “I talked to her on the flight to Tulsa yesterday. She said something about getting married and leaving her job soon.” My eyes narrowed on Dawson, a thought surfacing. “Maybe he or she doesn’t know that McCray’s dead.” A final glance back at the photo erased any doubts I had. “Whatever’s going on, all I know for sure is that he dresses like a woman and is James Martin.”

“Told ya,” Al Martin snorted. “My brother’s a fucking feakazoid.”

Dawson gave him a dismissive sneer. “So are you, Alice. Stay put. I’ll send the locals to pick you up so we can get a formal statement from you and your lawyer.”

We scrambled into the car and Dawson jammed down on the gas pedal, leaving Al Martin in a cloud us dust. I heard the meth-head yelling at us, “You can’t leave me out here.”

We then picked up Hass and Reed and headed for the airport. I made some calls as Dawson drove.

When I got off the phone I said, “According to the employment records for Skyway Air, the charter company the FBI uses, Loretta Martin uses a post office box in Tulsa. They think she lives somewhere in the area and might have some older records in their system with a physical address.”

We got to the airport and I checked my watch as dusk settled in around us. I then turned to Dawson, borrowing a line from him. “Better tell our pilot to get his foot off the break, Joe. We’re cutting it close.”

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