Kent
Griswald is a high powered movie executive known for his
micro-managing and aggressive supervision of a movie from beginning
to end. He's not well liked professionally or personally, so when
someone puts a knife in his chest, no one is terribly surprised.
However, someone also took pot shots at his younger brother, Connor,
who has no enemies. Detectives Walter Scott and Vanessa Weinstein are
called in on the case, ready for action. Unfortunately, Detective
Scott hadn't counted on the eye witness, Cadence Stuart. Pretty and
personable, she's also terrified that the killer may come after her
next. It's up to Scott to protect her from the tall, dark killer.
Unfortunately, so far, the killer's identity and whereabouts are
Undiscovered.
Detectives
Walter Scott and Vanessa Weinstein have been called to the scene of a
strange crime. Someone shot the younger brother of movie mogul, Kent
Griswald. Connor Griswald wasn't killed, but when a man is shot on a
public beach, while surrounded by celebrities, there's pressure on
the police to produce a suspect quickly.
Fortunately,
Scott and Vanessa have a witness, Cadence Stewart. She shows condos
part time and works as a music teacher at a local college. After
finishing up the stacks of paperwork, Scott and Vanessa decide to go
out to dinner.
They
drove back to the station together. They hit the door and headed to
their desks to start the paperwork ball rolling. Long after their
shift was supposed to be over, they finally finished. Meeting up at
the Lieutenant's office, they decided to go to dinner. They met at
the best restaurant on the beach. There was a live band and the place
was packed, but Scott could always get in.
"My
sister's the manager," he explained as the hostess led them to a
table.
"Your
usual drink, Scott?"
"Not
tonight. I'll have iced tea."
"Not
a rum runner or something more interesting?" The hostess probed.
"Thanks,
no. Still gotta drive home." He flashed a winning smile.
The
hostess sashayed off, swinging her hips. Scott watched her until
Nessa nudged him, clearing her throat.
"Friend
of yours?"
"Used
to be. Okay, still on occasion. A beneficial friend," he
clarified.
"Got
that. My keen observation sense." She tapped the corner of her
right eye.
"We
gonna rehash that old dog?"
"Which
old dog?"
"That
argument where you tell me what a man slut I am? Cause that got old
the first sixty times. I don't think I can sit through it again."
"You
can do what you want."
"Why
didn't you feel like that before?"
"We
were dating then."
Walt
frowned, pursing his lips. "Cheap shot, Ness."
"And
what you're doing isn't?"
"When
we were dating did I ever look at another woman? You'd love it if I'd
been unfaithful, then you'd be able justify leaving me."
"Here
we go," the waitress said cheerfully. "Dinner is served!
Can I get you anything else?"
"We're
good," Scott said. "Thanks."
She
strutted off again and he made a point of watching her just to irk
Vanessa.
"How'd
you like it if I started ogling some guy while I'm with you?"
"When
you can find one better built than me, go ahead."
"Arrogant
prick."
"But
you liked that arrogant prick, Ness. As I recall, you found it quite
satisfying."
"I
think we'd better drop this subject too."
"But
we're finding out what we have in common, a messed up love life."
They
changed the subject to anything but love and crime.
©
2017 Dellani Oakes
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