by DV Berkom
“Not yet. Peter's delaying the call to the police until I talk to you. What do you think? Interesting?”
Interesting wasn't the word.
“Why me? Why not some off-duty cop or something?”
“Because I trust you. I don't trust anybody else when it comes to family.”
“What do you mean?”
“You remember my sister, Ella?”
Leine remembered that Gene was holy-shit-scared of Ella, with good cause. A fierce lady, she didn't take kindly to Gene's bullshit. He had the scars to prove it.
“Ella's kid's working on set as a gopher and I can't keep an eye on her all the time. I figured with the two of us we'd be able to make sure she stayed safe.”
“So you think the killer's still hanging out on the set?”
“I don't know. Nobody has a clue, but obviously there are a lot of suspects. I'd feel better if you were here to back me up.”
“How much and how long?”
“Peter said to offer you two large a week if you could start right away. It runs until they find who did it, maybe longer.”
Two-thousand a week was a hell of a lot better than what she made now, which was nothing. And it's not like it would be a tough gig. She could probably get used to L.A. again. Mainly, she didn't like the people and she knew how to avoid people.
“I'll take it.”
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