The Deadly Desert by J T Dawson

Author:J T Dawson [Dawson, J T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Private Detective
Publisher: McGovern Books
Published: 2017-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 3

Hot on the Trail

Feeling rested after a night of well needed sleep, Flint stretched his arms and yawned. Glad to be back in Los Angeles, he felt healthy and prepared for battle. “Good morning to search a mansion,” he told Tori in a positive voice.

Standing next to Flint's car, Tori looked up at the large mansion standing before her like a giant mystery. “Sure, Flint,” Tori replied in a sleepy voice, slapped on a pair of sunglasses and glanced up into an early, blue, clear sky.

Flint leaned back against the trunk of his car and sipped a black coffee from a brown paper cup. Even though the morning was warm, he was wearing his gray overcoat which hid a wrinkled white shirt and a pair of old blue jeans. “I've been thinking, Arnold.”

“Oh boy,” Tori said and waved a finger in the air. “Flint has been thinking. Golly, gee, let's bring out the balloons and soda pop! And while we're at it, let's award him a shiny new brain.”

“What's with you?” Flint asked. Obviously something was wrong. Tori was wearing a depressing gray dress and a pair of old sneakers. Her hair was messy and her face grumpy.

Instead of answering Flint, Tori began to dig in her a blue purse she was holding. “Where is it... why can't I ever find anything...” she fussed. Flint waited patiently. Eventually, Tori pulled out a snack bar and opened it. “What?” she snapped, catching Flint staring at her.

“Bad night?” Flint asked carefully.

“I got kicked out of my apartment, okay?” Tori admitted in a furious voice. “I...”

“You what?” Flint asked.

Tori took a bite of her snack bar and mumbled to herself. “I left my coffee pot on when we left for Nevada and caused a small kitchen fire,” she said. “Make one little mistake and you get tossed out into the rain.”

Flint grinned. “It isn't raining.”

“You know what I mean,” Tori nearly hollered. “I spent last night sleeping at the station. Boy, talk about a lousy night of sleep.”

“Why didn't you get a hotel room?” Flint asked.

“Why didn't I get a hotel room,” Tori said and snarled her nose at Flint. “I didn't get a hotel room because every hotel is booked solid for the stupid convention that is in town. You know, the technology convention where all the little dweebs bring their dumb little robots to show them off.”

“Couldn't get tickets to the convention, huh?” Flint asked.

Tori sighed. “You don't need tickets, Flint. But to answer your question... the chief wouldn't let me have any time off. And I was so looking forward to seeing all of those cool robots.”

Flint laughed to himself. “You can crash on my couch tonight, Arnold.”

“No thanks,” Tori replied. “Melinda found me sleeping on your desk. She is going to let me stay at her apartment until I can find me a place.”

“I guess getting you a coffee pot for a housing warming present is a bad idea,” Flint teased. Tori shot Flint a fiery eye. Flint threw his hands up into the air.

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