Jaine Austen 1 - This Pen for Hire
“I asked when Howard was once again seated across from me in his smudgy glass cage.“She lives in Westwood.” A flash of pain swept over his face. “I mean, she lived in Westwood. A place called Bentley Gardens.”“You remember the exact address?”“1622 Bentley. Why do you want to know?”“I want to pay a little visit,” I said, “to the scene of the crime.” Five minutes later, I was on the freeway, heading over to Westwood. I wanted to talk to Stacy’s neighbor in Apartment Seven, the lady who’d heard Howard screaming. If she heard Howard, maybe she’d heard something else, something that would point me in the direction of the true killer.Wait a minute, you’re probably asking yourself. I’m a freelance writer, right? So how come I was talking like V.I. Warshawski? That’s just what I was asking myself that day as I headed over to Stacy’s place. What on earth did I think I was doing? Surely, the police had already questioned everyone. If there were any pertinent facts to be discovered, they would ha...ve discovered them.Then I thought of Detective Rea, and that smug grin on his face, and I knew exactly why I was heading over to Westwood.Stacy lived on a leafy street a couple of miles from the UCLA campus.MoreLess
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