Lemons 02 A Touch of Danger by Grant Fieldgrove Read Free Book Online

added a door slam as her very own exclamation mark. I must say, I was quite impressed.
    We walked out into the cool morning air and Elise took out her phone and dialed a number without telling us whom she was calling.
    “Hey Jamie,” She said into her phone. “Yeah. So, what are your thoughts on driving down to Pismo?” Silence. Then, “Yeah, we could really use you to keep the kids entertained. Archie and I are going to be here a while. We can’t go anywhere without being on a case apparently.” More silence, followed by, “We’ll pay for your room and your dinners.”…“I appreciate this so much. We’re staying at the Ocean Inn on the main drag in Shell Beach. You can’t miss it. Call us when you’re close.”…“Thank you so much! Bye-eee.” She hit the end button on her phone and dropped it back in her purse, “Okay, we have a babysitter on the way. Let’s go back to the room and get ready. We’ve got work to do.”
    When we got back to the room, the work we ended up having to do included me falling asleep on Elise’s bed while the kids jumped all over me and Elise was doing God-knows-what on her iPad. When I awoke, both kids were assed out on me and Elise was still sitting at the desk.
    “What time is it?” I asked.
    She informed me it was four-thirty and Jamie was close by.
    “Holy shit, 4:30? I slept that long? God, I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay, the kids pretty much were beating the crap out of you the whole time you were sleeping until they finally wore themselves out. I can’t believe you got any sleep at all.”
    “Yeah, well, I was pretty tired. Stupid RTV. No wait, I take that back. I’m sorry, RTV. I love you.”
    “Geez. Okay, so while you were sleeping…”
    “That terrible Sandra Bullock movie? Oh wait, all her movies are terrible.”
    “God, pay attention. While you were sleeping, I was trying to collect as much information as I could on Mr. Brad Jackson.”
    “I don’t even know if that’s our guy. I couldn’t even recognize him if I saw a picture of him, probably. He was just a guy in a suit in the distance. It could have been anybody; I’m just saying it happened right behind, or underneath rather, his house.”
    “Yeah well we have to start somewhere. So I looked up all the stuff about his wife’s murder and according to this…hold on.” She paused and scrolled through something on her iPad until she found what she needed. “According to this, five years ago…”
    “Aw man!” I interrupted.
    “What?”
    “Damn. If we were back home, Full House would be on right now.”
    “Oh my god, Archie Lemons, I am going to beat the living…”
    “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Please, continue.”
    She sighed an annoyed sigh and went on. “According to this, five years ago, Brad had this crazy stalker, Emma Ricks. She showed up outside his house numerous times, wrote creepy letters, made all kinds of threats, you name it. So, I guess, one night when Brad is out of town filming a movie, this crazy lady breaks into their place up in Hollywood and kills his wife. Their housecleaner saw her and called the cops. She didn’t know the wife had been murdered until they showed up. She just called to try to shoo her away from the property. They had a restraining order against her already so the cops were quick to arrive. Brad had to fly back from Europe, or where ever he was, to handle everything and bury his wife. It was after that that he bought the house here in Shell Beach, adopted a few kids and got involved in a lot of charity work.”
    “Are you sure this isn’t Brad Pitt?”
    “Damn-it, Lemons, it is NOT Brad Pitt.”
    “Okay, just sounds kind of like Brad Pitt.”
    “Well, it’s not. It’s Brad Jackson.”
    “That’s too bad.”
    “Why is it too bad it’s not Brad Pitt?”
    “Because I’ve actually heard of Brad Pitt. That guy is awesome. Did you see Basterds? He can get away with murder with me annnny day.”
    “God, stop it. Don’t you have a pill