Genesys X by B.J. Graf

Author:B.J. Graf
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fairwood Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY

Over the weekend, I called every name with a 333-1110 phone number in the country. Nothing and no one appeared tied to Dr. Lee. I also ran down every Fuentes in California listed in the computer’s search engines - to no avail. Jo came in late Sunday night. She must have found me with my head cradled on the dining room table.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The flash from her phone-cam chased away the shadows.

“I liked it better when you woke me with a kiss.” I lifted my head with a start to see Jo holding out the picture of me, floating words and the numbers 333-1110 from the case file projected on my forehead like a derma ad.

“No problem.” She bent down and bestowed the requested kiss. “Good news. You remember that PR rep I hired?”

“Somebody your firm worked with.” I stretched the cramped neck muscles my catnap had given me.

Jo nodded. “Sasha Gilels. She phoned with the update on the Clara Vista crash footage.”

Jo had my full attention.

“Forensic analysis confirmed the footage was taken via civilian drone,” Jo said moments later, kicking off her heels and pulling a bottle of wine out of the fridge. She poured us both a glass of pale gold Viognier.

“How’d she get the footage so fast? The warrant hasn’t even been served.”

“Remember the texting BMW driver?” Jo curled up on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. “Jordan Huang is a client of Sasha’s. He was going to tell his story as soon as he was cleared from all charges anyway. Sasha arranged for him to give an exclusive interview to KTCV in exchange for the footage. You’re a hero, Eddie.”

I took the proffered seat on the couch as Jo pulled up a news clip of the now voluable BMW driver. He was standing on that stretch of PCH, arm extended as he chattered on about the crash to the riveted reporter on his right.

“It all happened so fast,” reality star Jordan Huang said. “I didn’t know that driver of the Porsche was a cop. But he saved my life, man. I was like frozen till he snapped me out of it. I would have been toast in that explosion. Wherever you are, Detective Piedmont, thanks, man.”

“The clip’s gone viral,” Jo said. “It’s already made a big dent in the number of protestors from the Ramirez shooting.”

“What about the phone anonymous used to call the crash footage into the station?”

“Ah.” Jo pressed her lips into a frown. “That was a burner. It’s dead.”

“Another ghost trail.” I drank in the clean spicy notes of the wine’s aroma. It tasted fine too. “Unless,” I leaned over and nibbled Jo’s neck. She tasted even better. “Any chance the phone number on that burner was 333-1110?”

Jo shook her head. She gave me the number. It was an 818 and I made a note to check it against’ Britney Devonshire’s phone logs.

“But you can go to your hearing tomorrow with a win in your corner.”

“And knowing it definitely wasn’t the LAPD who launched that spy drone.

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