Poison and Prejudice (An Eat, Pray, Die Humorous Mystery Book 4) by Field Chelsea

Author:Field, Chelsea [Field, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: JFP Press
Published: 2017-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

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The film set was as we left it. No extra security due to the missing cast member. Or a cast member’s missing toothbrush. Apparently, my abduction didn’t merit extra security either.

But the atmosphere was different. I realized that for the first time, everyone was quiet and still without the cameras rolling. Zac went over to where the team was milling around while I hung back, not wanting to intrude.

Torres got to his feet.

“Listen up you scum-suckers. This movie is officially [bleep]ing canceled. The execs are pulling the plug, and you can all [bleep] off and return to your miserable humdrum lives. I’d like to say it was a pleasure working with you, but it [bleep]ing well wasn’t.” He tried to kick over his chair, but his laces got caught in the wheels, and he rolled it around ineffectually instead.

The crew was too shell-shocked to laugh, which was a pity because I thought he deserved it.

When further shaking didn’t disentangle his foot from the chair, he had to bend over and do it by hand. It was then I noticed the scratches on his back.

Either he owned a cat with large paws and vicious tendencies, or he’d been scratched by a human.

Torres recovered from the chair incident and addressed the crew again. “Also, there are LAPD officers here with questions for you. No one leaves until you’ve talked to them.”

I scanned faces to see if anyone looked worried about that last comment. Zac’s friend Paul did look upset, but it might’ve been about being fired. He wasn’t alone. A lot of people must have been relying on this paycheck.

I hoped the movie being called off might spell the end of Torres’s directing career too, but it was unlikely. The director couldn’t be blamed for the death of one of their stars.

My neck prickled like someone was staring at me with hostile intent. Jennifer?

I turned around. It was perhaps worse than Jennifer. Police Commander Hunt: ex-military badass cross tough cowboy, the man who’d thrown me in jail, my least biggest fan on the police force, and… Etta’s beau. He was flanked by two other officers. Here to ask questions presumably.

I pasted on a bright smile and pretended not to see Hunt’s cold eyes and aggressive mustache that were promising pain. “Commander, always a pleasure.”

Judging by his scowl, my choice of words could’ve been better in light of my new plan to win him over. The only pleasure in our acquaintance as far as he was concerned was locking me in jail or cowing me into submission. Which meant there was nothing I could say to make him happy to see me. Perhaps I should remind him of more pleasant associations.

“How are things going with Etta?”

He gestured for his colleagues to go on ahead. “None of your damn business.”

All right then.

“This better not be a social chat. I’ve got a murder to investigate.”

“Well, I might have a lead for you on that.”

He sneered. “What, too busy sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong in a different case to withhold evidence on this one?”

Ugh.

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