Killer Snapshot by Cynthia Hickey

Author:Cynthia Hickey [Hickey, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946939883
Publisher: Winged Publications
Published: 2018-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I made a list of Dad’s remaining law enforcement buddies and hoped one of them would be that person who knew what I wanted to know and would talk to me. Naturally, since I had somewhere I wanted to be, filming took forever. Take after take after take.

“Cut!” Louie bolted from his chair. “What is wrong with you, Canyon? If you don’t act more forceful, that perp is going to shoot you. Act like you mean it!” He shook his head. “Actors. The bane of my existence.”

“Sorry, I’m preoccupied.” I resumed my stance and two-hand pointed my gun at my fellow actor. “Turn around! Hands up.”

Since Louie didn’t call cut, I figured I’d finally gotten the take as he wanted. Ruthie, my “mother,” raced toward us. She clipped handcuffs on the man’s wrists and took his elbow.

“Cut. Finally.” Louie stood. “I hope you’re better equipped to do your job tomorrow, Canyon.”

“I’ll do my best.”

He rolled his eyes and stormed off.

“I swear,” Ruthie said, removing the male actor’s handcuffs, “he’s been even more unbearable since his wife left him. I didn’t think it was possible for him to be worse. I need to find him a woman.”

“Stay out of it.” I kissed her cheek. “I’m headed out to interview the men on my list. Don’t worry. I’m taking Shutterbug.”

Her brow creased. “Do you want Sassy? She’s great for warning you when someone is around.”

“That’s because she barks at everyone.” I grinned. “No thanks.”

She glanced around the room for her little darling, collected her from under the snack buffet, and tucked her into the quilted purse Ruthie had made just for the pup. “Suit yourself.”

“Don’t hold dinner. I’ll grab something on the way.” I looped Shutterbug’s leash around my wrist and rushed to the Corvette. After buckling her in, I headed for a nearby retirement community to speak to buddy number one.

I entered a lobby where a purple-haired older woman sat filing her nails. “I’m here to see Mr. Robert Jenkins.”

“Identification? And sign the roster.”

I flashed my driver’s license and did as instructed.

“He’s in bungalow eight.” She pressed a button without looking up, and a sliding door opened letting me onto a well-manicured lawn. The “bungalows,” which were actually nothing more than apartments facing the lawn, were set in numerical order making number eight easy for me to find.

A tall, thin man with a receding hairline answered my knock. “What? I know you aren’t selling anything because Wanda doesn’t let solicitors in.”

“I’m Kelly Canyon, and I’d like—”

He slammed the door in my face.

“That was rude.” I glanced at Shutterbug, whose ears twitched. I pounded again.

“Go away. I got nothing to say.”

“Please. Just a couple of questions.”

What sounded like the volume to a television blared. Seriously? “Fine. I’ll be back, though.”

“I’ll tell Wanda not to let you in.”

I moved closer to the door. With the television that loud, he had to have his ear plastered against the door in order to hear me. “That won’t stop me. I’m Canyon’s daughter. That ought to tell you how persistent I can be.

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