Hollywood Kill (Dean Blackwood FBI Mystery Thriller Book 6) by Sam Jones

Author:Sam Jones [Jones, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cloak & Dagger Publishing, LLC.
Published: 2024-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

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The phone call Benny Zelada had with the West Hollywood Sheriff’s Department lasted a grand total of eight minutes before he managed to hop off the line.

He hung up.

Cracked his knuckles.

Heard his stomach growl, got up from his desk, and threaded his way out of his office and through the bullpen in the Olympic Division police station.

Phones rang.

Detectives chattered.

The aroma of sweat, paperwork, and stress lingered in the air.

Get a bite.

Zelada rubbed his neck.

Stop by home and see the kids.

He checked his watch.

Maybe catch a quick nap and then make your way back.

Zelada’s cell buzzed.

He took it out.

Before he answered the call, he shouted to his Captain that he’d be back in a couple hours.

“Lieutenant Zelada.”

“It’s me,” Jerry Beldick said. “I’m calling about that guy Blackwood from the other night.”

“What about him?”

“Just saw him get into a brawl off Stadium Way. Pretty sure he was tailing a guy I know.”

“What?” Zelada arrived at the front doors of the station, nudged his way through them, and made a beeline toward his car. “Back up. Start again.”

“Your boy Blackwood is acting really suspect, Zelada,” Beldick said. “I was at the ME’s office following up on Nikki Caimi when I ran into a guy I know.”

“What guy?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Okay…” Zelada fished out his keys and held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. “You said Blackwood and this other guy got into it?”

“They tuned each other up pretty good,” Beldick said. “Whatever it was about, I don’t know, nor do I care. All I know is that Blackwood was sniffing around the ME’s office after I wrapped up that Nikki Caimi business, and two minutes after that, he gets into a scrape with this other guy.”

“I’ll call him.” Zelada popped open the driver’s door of his Crown Vic and piled inside. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ve got your word on that?”

“Yeah, Jer.” Zelada slammed the door shut. “You’ve got it.”

“Let me know.”

“Will do.”

The call ended.

Zelada stared at his phone.

“Deano,” he mumbled to himself. “What the hell are you up to?”

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