Not Happily Married in Hollywood: Not in Hollywood Book 2 by Leonie Gant

are on our way to see Eric’s mother” Travis replied.
    “Would she have been told about his death yet?” I asked. The
thought of being the one to tell this woman that her son had been murdered was
not something that I was looking forward to.
    “Probably not” Travis said.
    My heart sank, I was definitely not the person who should be
doing things like this. All of a sudden I was glad that Travis was with me.
    “From what I heard Eric had broken all contact with his
mother years ago. The only place her name came up was in that file under next
of kin. I was never able to see the file before because Adele pulled the plug
and I had other cases to deal with. What I heard about his mother from a couple
of the people who knew him, made me feel sorry for the guy though.”
    “That bad?”
    “Worse.”
    “Wonderful” I said slouching in my seat.
    Travis reached over and patted my knee. “Don’t worry, I will
be right there with you. We’ll be a team.”
    “Great” I grumbled, “that makes me feel so much better.”
    Pulling up to a house I looked over at Travis. “Are you sure
somebody lives here?” I asked surprised. The yard was overgrown with car parts
littered around the front garden. The house looked like it was close to being
condemned. Paint was peeling off the walls and there were pieces of siding that
were broken and hanging precariously.
    “Yep, this is where Annie Davis lives. She was eighteen when
she had Eric and from what I’ve been told he had a miserable childhood. Keep
close to me at all times. Do not go anywhere on your own.”
    “Do you think she’s dangerous?” I asked.
    “I don’t know. What I do know is that this area is rife with
drugs. There is no pride shown in this house which tells me she is either into
drugs, crazy or given up. Or she could be all three.”
    As we headed up to the front door I could see Travis
scanning the area, his body felt tense beside me. I really felt like running,
but stiffened my shoulders and followed Travis to the front door. After trying
the bell and finding it didn’t work Travis knocked on the door. Hearing no
movement inside, he knocked again much harder. I stumbled back as the door was
ripped open violently and Travis seemed to automatically step in front of me.
    “What the hell do you want?” snarled the woman who had
answered the door.
    “We are looking for Annie Davis” Travis said smoothly.
    “You found her, now I’m asking once again, what the hell do
you want?”
    “Ms Davis” I said peeking around Travis’s shoulder. “My name
is Trudie Eyre, I knew your son.”
    “What’s that worthless piece of garbage done this time ?” she snarled.
    My hopes that she had been told about her son’s death
plummeted. Trying desperately to find the right words I took in a deep breath
to deliver the news but was interrupted by Travis.
    “I’m sorry to have to inform you that your son has died.”
    “Eric’s dead?” She appeared stunned but then I could see a
cunning look in her eyes replacing the surprise. “So what did he leave me?” she
asked. “I mean he was married to that rich bitch which means he has heaps of
money. I’m his only family so everything he has comes to me. I know my rights.
I gave that boy a home and what did he give me, nothing. He owes me and I’m
going to make sure I get everything that I’m owed.”
    By this time her eyes were becoming unfocused and I could
see that she was going into crazy land. I noticed Travis’s hand on my forearm
warning me not to provoke the woman. I realized that she was coming unhinged
but the stupid part of me was not going to be silenced.
    “Ms Davis, Eric’s funeral is going to be tomorrow. Would you
like a chance to say goodbye to him?” I asked trying to ignore the incredulous
look I was getting from Travis.
    I know, it was a stupid question, but there was a part of me
that kept thinking this was Eric’s mother. Surely there had to be some small
part of the maternal instinct in