Paradise By The Rifle Sights (Greatest Hits romantic mysteries book #5) (Greatest Hits Mysteries) by Leslie Langtry Page A
Authors: Leslie Langtry
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shock or was it just because there weren't any cameras on them. It was probably better that I didn't know the answer to that. The police questioned Teri and me for a while. They figured out immediately that none of the other women knew anything.
" It's probably just a break-in gone wrong," the detective named Miller told me. "I'll leave a squad car at the end of the driveway till morning though…just in case."
I watched as an EMT finished with Teri.
" I think you should come down to the hospital for a few tests," the EMT said. Teri just shook her head and waved him off. No matter what anyone said, she refused to go.
The authorities left , and the women went back into the house. Cindee offered to let Teri sleep in her room.
" I'll keep an eye on her," she said to me. "It's not like I'm going to sleep now anyway."
" Okay," I said and watched as she led Teri into the house.
I closed the garage door, and once I made sure every window and door in the house was secured, I grabbed my cell and took it down to the living room. I'd wait up the rest of the night with a baseball bat if I had to. No one was getting in, and no one would get past me.
" Coney?" I asked once he picked up. "You find out anything on that guy at the fair?" It didn't matter that it was four a.m. Bombays are used to phone calls in the middle of the night.
" Nothing. It's weird," he said, alert as usual. "The guy in Beverly Hills," Coney asked, "he had a license too, but you found out who he was. This guy, however, is clean. Squeaky. It must be a fake."
I told him what just happened, keeping my voice low so I wouldn 't wake anyone. Coney whistled when I finished.
" Someone's after you, but it's definitely amateur night," Coney said. "Does Dak know anything?"
" He hasn't called. And he would if he found something out." I frowned at the cell. "This is getting dangerous for those around me." Teri had gotten hurt, and I felt responsible.
" Do you need backup?" Coney asked. And I knew he'd do it too. If I said the word, he'd drop everything and come out here.
" No. The show ends in two days. I can keep things going until then. But thanks." I hung up.
My instinct told me these were all attacks on me. It felt like an inside job. One thing ingrained in Bombays from birth was to follow our instincts. And they'd never been wrong. But what was the motivation? Was Mel staging this to boost ratings? Did Kevin the Kid have some grudge against the fact I'd already gone through puberty? I was pretty sure the chef hated me with my outrageous demands. But enough to kill me?
On the other hand, Bombays had enemies. That story was thousands of years old. And the only motive someone like that needed was that we were hired killers.
Daylight dusted the bottom of the window panes as I brooded. No matter how I spun the idea around in my mind, I wasn't any closer to an answer. The sounds of people moving around began as a trickle as the contestants woke up (if they'd ever really gone to sleep). I heard the garage door open and was relieved to see Mel, Kevin, and Roberto enter the house.
" Paris?" Roberto asked, taking in me, sitting in the living room in a T-shirt, jeans, and bare feet.
Mel looked around. "Something's not right," he said slowly. Kevin stood staring, stupidly.
" Mel!" One of the women screamed as they all streamed downstairs. "Paris saved us!" another one cried. They surrounded the director, each telling a taller tale than the last. By the time I left the room, I heard that I'd somehow taken on and defeated ten men and won the Medal of Honor before building a homeless shelter with my bare hands.
" Are you going to tell me what really happened?" Roberto was fast on my heels as I climbed the stairs.
" I will, if you'll just check on Teri, the chauffeur."
Roberto had a pained look on his face. "Teri?"
" She's in Cindee's room." I turned toward my suite and didn't stop until I was lying flat on my bed.
I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Why was
" It's probably just a break-in gone wrong," the detective named Miller told me. "I'll leave a squad car at the end of the driveway till morning though…just in case."
I watched as an EMT finished with Teri.
" I think you should come down to the hospital for a few tests," the EMT said. Teri just shook her head and waved him off. No matter what anyone said, she refused to go.
The authorities left , and the women went back into the house. Cindee offered to let Teri sleep in her room.
" I'll keep an eye on her," she said to me. "It's not like I'm going to sleep now anyway."
" Okay," I said and watched as she led Teri into the house.
I closed the garage door, and once I made sure every window and door in the house was secured, I grabbed my cell and took it down to the living room. I'd wait up the rest of the night with a baseball bat if I had to. No one was getting in, and no one would get past me.
" Coney?" I asked once he picked up. "You find out anything on that guy at the fair?" It didn't matter that it was four a.m. Bombays are used to phone calls in the middle of the night.
" Nothing. It's weird," he said, alert as usual. "The guy in Beverly Hills," Coney asked, "he had a license too, but you found out who he was. This guy, however, is clean. Squeaky. It must be a fake."
I told him what just happened, keeping my voice low so I wouldn 't wake anyone. Coney whistled when I finished.
" Someone's after you, but it's definitely amateur night," Coney said. "Does Dak know anything?"
" He hasn't called. And he would if he found something out." I frowned at the cell. "This is getting dangerous for those around me." Teri had gotten hurt, and I felt responsible.
" Do you need backup?" Coney asked. And I knew he'd do it too. If I said the word, he'd drop everything and come out here.
" No. The show ends in two days. I can keep things going until then. But thanks." I hung up.
My instinct told me these were all attacks on me. It felt like an inside job. One thing ingrained in Bombays from birth was to follow our instincts. And they'd never been wrong. But what was the motivation? Was Mel staging this to boost ratings? Did Kevin the Kid have some grudge against the fact I'd already gone through puberty? I was pretty sure the chef hated me with my outrageous demands. But enough to kill me?
On the other hand, Bombays had enemies. That story was thousands of years old. And the only motive someone like that needed was that we were hired killers.
Daylight dusted the bottom of the window panes as I brooded. No matter how I spun the idea around in my mind, I wasn't any closer to an answer. The sounds of people moving around began as a trickle as the contestants woke up (if they'd ever really gone to sleep). I heard the garage door open and was relieved to see Mel, Kevin, and Roberto enter the house.
" Paris?" Roberto asked, taking in me, sitting in the living room in a T-shirt, jeans, and bare feet.
Mel looked around. "Something's not right," he said slowly. Kevin stood staring, stupidly.
" Mel!" One of the women screamed as they all streamed downstairs. "Paris saved us!" another one cried. They surrounded the director, each telling a taller tale than the last. By the time I left the room, I heard that I'd somehow taken on and defeated ten men and won the Medal of Honor before building a homeless shelter with my bare hands.
" Are you going to tell me what really happened?" Roberto was fast on my heels as I climbed the stairs.
" I will, if you'll just check on Teri, the chauffeur."
Roberto had a pained look on his face. "Teri?"
" She's in Cindee's room." I turned toward my suite and didn't stop until I was lying flat on my bed.
I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Why was
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