Hollywood Crazy by M. Z. Kelly

Author:M. Z. Kelly [Kelly, M. Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Women Sleuths, Suspense, Thrillers, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2014-06-04T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

“I don’t care if Halstead said the first lady set him up with prostitutes,” Lieutenant Edna said. “The case is closed. We’re moving on.”

We were back in the station’s conference room where Jessica had joined Pearl and me as we listened to what I’d termed a “Henrietta rant.”

“We’ve got a dead victim who was a prostitute and her sister was apparently running things behind the scenes and keeping that from us,” I said. “Not to mention two other victims and a mob boss that’s somewhere in the mix. What Halstead told us should be enough to at least give us another crack at the case. What about one more day?”

“Andrews is not giving us another day, another hour, or another minute. The captain and the rest of the brass made that clear. And, the press is all over the mayor. He might even end up resigning.”

“Wow, what would we do without a mayor whose chief of staff was screwing prostitutes as a payback for providing special treatment at city hall?”

Edna held up a finger. “Enough.”

“You need to let this go, move on,” Jessica said to me.

I turned on the serpent. “Why don’t you coil up in the corner and rattle.”

Edna brought our attention back to him by dropping a file on the table. “Your new case, Ralph Wakefield. Homeless guy found stabbed to death on the sidewalk over on Lexington.” The lieutenant made a motion with his thumb like an umpire calling a third strike on a batter. “Go solve it.”

We didn’t solve the homeless killing that afternoon. We did review the file and made plans to canvas the area where the body had been found in the morning. I was still fuming over the brass’s decision that evening, as Bernie and I drove to my brother’s hair salon.

“Maybe they put idiot pills in the water at the Police Administration Building,” I said to my four-legged partner as Olive lurched and belched to a stop on Melrose. I turned off the ignition, thought about having to pay for more car repairs, and said, “Maybe we should rob a bank tomorrow.”

Bernie gave me a tail-wag, maybe agreeing it was our best option.

After entering the salon, Bernie settled in a corner while Robin went to work on my hair like an emergency room doctor.

“I think part of your problem is the last product we used contained formaldehyde,” Robin said.

“You mean you embalmed my hair?”

“It could explain why you smell like a dead frog in a high school biology class.”

“Thanks for that.” Robin was working on his sense of humor after his new boyfriend told him he was lacking in that department—apparently at my expense. “How is Joshua?”

“We’re still planning to go on tour with Karma in April. It should be a little crazy, but fun.”

Karma was a superstar singer who’d nearly lost her life at the hands of her deranged sister. Robin had managed to meet the celebrity while I worked on the case. He’d been hired as a stylist for her upcoming world tour.

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