Hollywood Outlaw: A Hollywood Alphabet SeriesThriller (A Hollywood Alphabet Series Thriller Book 15)

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He looked at Edna. “Why is she allowed to work this case when she has a personal relationship with the family?”
    “I don’t have a personal relationship with them,” I said.
    “Your friends do, and you practically live together.” His murky eyes darted back to Edna and he raised his thin brows.
    “Kate can’t help the fact that someone she knows works for the family.” Edna looked at me. “That aside, make sure those two snoops keep their noses out of things.”
    I didn’t respond. Despite the fact that I despised Darby, I had to admit there was some truth to his concerns. Natalie and Mo did make a habit of making other people’s business their own. Even so, they sometimes uncovered leads on cases that were otherwise missed. It was something I intended to keep in mind, despite what Edna said.
    Molly then took over, handing out reports. Our other crime analyst was in her thirties, with auburn hair and green eyes, about the same color as mine. “These are the summaries of the interviews that were conducted yesterday, but, as you know, there didn’t appear to be anything significant that was developed.”
    “What about criminal records?” Edna asked. “Anyone have a history of violence or assault?”
    “Several people at the house have misdemeanor drug convictions. The victim’s stepdaughter, Paris, had an 11550 conviction. Her past drug problems have been part of the show’s drama. She went into rehab a couple of years ago and is supposedly clean.”
    Section 11550 was a Healthy and Safety Code section that made it a crime to be under the influence of a controlled substance. It was a common violation, and, in recent years, due to jail overcrowding, subjects convicted of the crime served little or no time in custody.
    “What else?” Edna said. “Anybody have a beef with our vic?”
    “We interviewed Prince’s assistant, Danika Kirkland,” I said. “She seemed stunned by what happened and, other than Prince’s ex, she didn’t know who might want to harm him. We also talked to the three sisters and Prince’s son, but didn’t get a whole lot that was useful. We need to go back to Lady Prince today and re-interview her. There’s also the ex-wife, Bailey Nolan, who both Kirkland and the sisters described as a gold digger, jealous of the family’s success. Prince’s son, Bruce, also said that his mother and father had issues, but he didn’t think she was capable of violence.”
    “Was Nolan at the house when our vic ate it?”
    I shook my head. “No, but as Brie said, it’s possible the shooter left the house right after the crime.”
    “Let’s track Nolan down and talk to her today, along with…what the fuck’s her name…” Edna looked at me. “Lady?” I nodded. “Who the hell has a name like that, unless you’re fucking royalty?”
    “The Princes of Beverly Hills consider themselves royalty,” Leo said.
    “Royal assholes.”
    After the lieutenant went on a short rant about celebrities and Hollywood lifestyles, I said, “I almost forgot. There’s also the show’s producer, a man named Carlyle Waggoner. He’s supposedly a big shot with the studios, so we probably need to talk to him.”
    “He produces over a dozen shows,” Selfie said. “I saw him on a talk show a couple of months ago. He said The Princes of Beverly Hills was making a fortune.”
    “Here’s the plan,” Edna said. “Divide up duties and interview anyone we didn’t take a run at yesterday, including this Waggoner guy. Let’s also look at business relationships, anybody Prince was screwing, financially or otherwise, who might have had it in for him. I want something solid by the end of the day.”
    We were about to leave the office when Edna said, “By the way, the brass wants us to do CTA. That means, Sexton, you’re working with Hall on this. Kingsley’s with McCade.”
    My eyes narrowed on him. “What’s CTA?”
    “Cross Training Analytics. It’s some bullshit theory somebody came up with about

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