“Miss,” Sonya called as she cradled the woman in her arms. “Miss.”
No response came. The woman was lifeless, her glazed eyes staring into nothing.
As Sonya pushed her hair out of the woman’s face, she gasped. It was the same woman who’d walked out of that little bungalow earlier.The woman who’d been with Zwick.
“Why? What were you doing with him? And what were you planning to do?”
Patting the woman’s body, she found a small wallet tucked into the pocket of the woman’s skirt. Eager to know the woman’s identity, she pulled it out and gasped once again.
“Holy cow,” she let out. “Detective Rhonda Baker.”
The large breasted woman with bleached blond hair wasn’t some dimwit bimbo. She was a detective. But what was she working on. What could possibly bring a detective to a Hollywood studio?Particularly, the WUS Studio?
She looked at the unfortunate woman.
“And why have you been killed?” She looked up to the black sky. “And by what? A bat?”
Chapter 3
Sonya stared at thedead woman, pushing the blond locks off her face. What a shame. She looked young, barely in her thirties. She must have worked hard to get to where she was, and yet, this is how she’d ended up.
Whatever Detective Rhonda Baker had been working on, could she have had any idea what she was up against?
Looking up and down the street, Sonya weighed her options. She couldn’t very well leave the detective lying there. If anyone were to find her, see the marks on her neck, realize she had no blood left in her system, questions would no doubt arise.
Though she felt certain none of her own vampires were behind the kill, she still wanted to avoid bringing any attention to the blood sucking world. She quickly grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled the limp body onto her shoulder. After another quick look into the darkness, she ran to hide the detective in the freezer stored in the garage of her bungalow.
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DETECTIVE BAKER’S FACEflashed in Sonya’s mind, repeatedly coming back to ask nagging questions.
What had she been looking for? What had she been investigating? And what did Zwick have to do with any of it?
Around the studio she asked a few vague questions of the other cast members.
“I’ve never lived alone,” she said to Eddie as they waited for their turn on stage. “I tend to spook easy, especially at night.”
