The Big Enchilada (A Sam Hunter Mystery Book 1) by Morse L. A

Author:Morse, L. A. [Morse, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Open Road Media Mystery & Thriller
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

My first shit-kicking stop was a crummy, windowless warehouse off of Santa Monica. The sign on the door said Mound of Venus Films, Starr Monroe, Producer. I had been there once before looking for Linda Perdue. I hadn’t gotten anything from Monroe then, but that time I hadn’t realized there was a connection between Venus Films and the Black Knight. Maybe this time would be better.

You stepped through the front door into a ten-by-ten cubicle that had been partitioned off from the rest of the warehouse with two-by-fours and plasterboard. They hadn’t even bothered to paint the plasterboard, and the manufacturer’s name, repeated at intervals, was the only decoration in the room. Impressive.

There were a pair of flimsy metal folding chairs that didn’t look very trustworthy and a cheap, phony wood desk. Behind the desk sat a plump, gray-haired woman reading a copy of Variety. She wore a balloony, floral print dress from the ‘40s that was partially covered by a faded gingham apron. She looked like everybody’s grandmother until you noticed the hard glint in her eye. The thin cigarillo that dangled from her lips didn’t help much either.

“I want to see Monroe,” I said, standing in front of the desk.

She looked up appraisingly. “Are you the new beef?”

“No.”

“Too bad. You look like you might have potential. Are you well hung?”

“I’m not here for a job. I want to see Monroe.”

“Can’t. Starr’s busy. Shove off, toots.” She turned back to the copy of Variety.

I leaned over the desk. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just wondered.”

“I like to help out. I’m Starr’s mother.” It figured. “Starr and me are going places. Right to the top.” Christ!

“I’ll give you some advice. If you don’t want to spend your golden years in the slammer, dump the son of a bitch.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?” She glared at me.

“I’m the guy that’s going to put him there unless he cooperates. Now, I’ll go and see him.”

I was past the desk and through the rear door before she could say more than “Hey!”

The warehouse was large and wrapped in darkness except for a circle of bright lights off to one side. I crossed to this, being careful not to trip over any of the cables that were lying around.

When I got close, I saw that it was a set for a bedroom. The props seemed to consist of a giant round waterbed and not much more. There was a cameraman and a few technicians. Close to the camera Starr Monroe was calling instructions to the performers on the bed.

The center of attention was a big guy on his back in the middle of the bed. He had the overly developed muscles of a weight lifter and the blank expression of a plastic doll. Two very small girls who looked about thirteen were climbing around on top of him, exploring his body. Like the guy, they were naked, and their breasts had only begun to develop.

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