Coming Soon / Hidden Gems. Jo Leigh

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and when she got to the nightclub’s door, there was nothing to see but a big sign that said HOT SET. She assumed it was not okay to go inside and move stuff around. But if she didn’t touch anything…

      She hadn’t been in Exhibit A since the movie company had rented it. They’d changed things, of course. They had to make the room fit their story, right?

      She turned around and went back to the door to peek inside. It wasn’t as dark as she’d assumed. Soft lights were lit all around the perimeter. The white tables that normally were in the center of the room had been pushed to the far left wall. The booths and sofas hadn’t been disturbed, but the wall art, the chandeliers, most everything that would immediately identify the club as one of the most exotic and sensual in the city had been covered over or replaced by pretty mundane stuff.

      She stepped inside, wondering why they’d chosen such a boxy bandstand with such awful orange curtains, but then she had no idea what the movie was about. Maybe she could score a script—that would be interesting and fun. She’d never read one before, although she was a certified movie addict.

      She went over to the bar area, trying to figure out if the small glasses on the counter were drinks to be used in the next scene or just a mess left from the crew. Just as she was about to investigate up close, she tripped, fell forward, saving herself from a serious crash at the last second by catching the edge of the bar.

      Shaken, worried she’d ruined some vital piece of movie set, she turned to see what she’d fallen over. Her breath left her in a strangled scream as she saw the body.

      It was a guy, a big guy, and oh, God, there was blood, a lot of it, all over the shiny floor. Some seeping around long, thick cables. But her gaze went straight to the face, because he was on his back, he was staring up, and even in the shadows she could see he was dead. Really dead.

      She moved toward him, careful not to step in the blood. The guy had on jeans and a plain shirt, and oh, crap, the blood didn’t quite cover a gaping wound that stretched across his neck.

      If she moved just a couple of inches to the right the light from behind her would illuminate his face. With a quick gulp of air she steeled herself then moved those few steps. The light fell right on the face. His face.

      Gerry Geiger’s face.

      Her hand went to her mouth as she fought another scream. As the blood rushed from her head. As the urge to run propelled her toward the door. But then she remembered her job. The hotel. Her responsibility.

      With shaking hands, she pulled her personal cell from her purse and dialed 9-1-1. She could be sick later.

      2

      BAX HATED CELEBRITIES. He hated the paparazzi. He hated movie people in general.

      Who was he kidding, he hated pretty much everyone and everything in this town, particularly in this precinct.

      His pain was somewhat mitigated by the fact that he’d pulled Grunwald as his partner on this. He was a good detective, hungry, and a fiend for detail. Which meant that Grunwald would be doing the paperwork on this baby, while Bax would focus on the footwork. If only Grunwald’s breath didn’t always smell like an especially foul combination of stale cigarettes and some acid reflux.

      They had already been briefed by the first officer on scene, and now it was time for Bax to interview the first witness on scene. He glanced over to where she stood in the corner near all the cameras, lights, director’s chairs and cable. Her name was Mia Traverse and she worked at the hotel. It didn’t surprise him that she was pretty. One of those tiny girls, barely five feet, who looked as if a strong wind could carry them across the street. She hugged herself as she snuck glances at the body.

      Bax was anxious to talk to her before the swarm that always surrounded murder descended. As he got closer he saw she wasn’t exactly as delicate as he’d first imagined. She looked upset all right, but her back was straight, her eyes serious and focused. He nodded. “Detective Milligan. You found the body?”

      She nodded back. “I came down to see if they were still filming. I hadn’t been to the club since they’d rented it.”

      “You always here at two in the morning?”

      “I’m a concierge for Hush. My shift ended at five, but I had dinner and drinks here with some friends. They were hoping to meet Danny Austen.”

      “And?”

      “There’s not much else to say. The club was empty. I was trying to be careful, not to touch anything. I tripped over—”

      Her voice had cracked. So she wasn’t quite as in control as she’d like.

      A big light came on behind him, and he wondered if they’d used one that was already here, or if the newly arrived CSI guys had brought their own. He kept his eyes on the woman.

      Flipping a page in his notebook, he moved a little closer to her. “You’re Mia Traverse?”

      “That’s right.”

      “Concierge. And you got here…?”

      “You mean, to Exhibit A?”

      “Yes.”

      “Ten after two. I remember looking at my watch as I got out of the elevator.”

      “You came down here by yourself.”

      She nodded.

      “Did you know the deceased?”

      “Only to chase him out of the hotel. He was here all the time, always trying to sneak in. Everyone was always on Geiger alert.”

      “What do you mean, everyone?”

      “All the staff of course, but the movie people, too. No one could stand him. He had no boundaries.”

      “What boundary did he cross tonight?”

      “He tried to get into the restaurant earlier today. Uh, yesterday. I saw the security guys kick him out. But that was nothing unusual. We’ve found him in guest rooms, in the supply closet. One day he wore a disguise and tried to blend in with the movie crew but they caught him right away.”

      “So nothing unusual. No fights, no threats.”

      “I wouldn’t swear to no threats. But I personally didn’t see anything you would call unusual.”

      Bax jotted down a few things, then looked up. Her face had changed, brightened.

      He said nothing. Just waited.

      She cleared her throat, her eyes shifted to the right. “I think that’s everything.”

      “Do you?”

      “I—”

      She was interrupted by the “Ride of the Valkyries.” It wasn’t a full orchestra and it was tinny as hell, but there was no mistaking the music. Mia turned sharply and grabbed her purse from the bar top behind her and a few seconds later the music stopped as she answered her phone.

      He fought a smile at her choice of ring tones. His phone rang.

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