"Open Secrets In LA "
The second book in the James St.James casebook.
It was 2:30 am Friday, when I reached the bar. Traffic downtown had been light, and I made good time. I knew Brenda would be worried about me, and maybe a little angry. I didn’t blame her. I parked my old ford in front of the Bar. I didn’t usually park there, But I was in a hurry to get in and see Brenda. As I got out I surveyed the street. I noted the fresh skid marks in front of the bar, near where I had parked. I found my keys as I reached the front door. I didn’t need them.
I stopped short. The front doors of the bar were hanging wide open. I stepped back from the doors, and looked both ways down the block. Nothing. I slid my Colt .45 from its shoulder holster. This was not Good. Not good at all.
Gingerly and slowly I nudged the double door open. I let them stay open for a minute. Before I entered the room. Once I stepped inside the bar. I looked around slowly, The lights were on. Something, she never left on. Usually the only lights in front, were over the windows, and a small light behind the bar. I picked my way through the chairs and table. Several had been knocked off the table they had been stacked on earlier in the evening when she closed up. I noted they were in direct line with the side exit of the kitchen. I followed the trial of knocked over chairs.
Stepping into the kitchen; all seemed in order. Grill was clean, and counters were clean, and knives were in place. All the lights were on. Something was definitely wrong. She would never leave the place wide open like this.
I found him. In the small anteroom space where the stockroom, and our two offices met. He was laying just outside the door to the Stockroom.
Who was the dead guy she left in the back of the bar?
Where was Brenda?
Is she still alive or dead?
Theses and many other questions raced through my mind as I
raced to find the answers.
This story is still a "Work in Progress"
Please follow me as I complete this adventure.
Join me, James St.James as I unravel the "Open Secrets in LA"
The second book in the James St.James casebook.
It was 2:30 am Friday, when I reached the bar. Traffic downtown had been light, and I made good time. I knew Brenda would be worried about me, and maybe a little angry. I didn’t blame her. I parked my old ford in front of the Bar. I didn’t usually park there, But I was in a hurry to get in and see Brenda. As I got out I surveyed the street. I noted the fresh skid marks in front of the bar, near where I had parked. I found my keys as I reached the front door. I didn’t need them.
I stopped short. The front doors of the bar were hanging wide open. I stepped back from the doors, and looked both ways down the block. Nothing. I slid my Colt .45 from its shoulder holster. This was not Good. Not good at all.
Gingerly and slowly I nudged the double door open. I let them stay open for a minute. Before I entered the room. Once I stepped inside the bar. I looked around slowly, The lights were on. Something, she never left on. Usually the only lights in front, were over the windows, and a small light behind the bar. I picked my way through the chairs and table. Several had been knocked off the table they had been stacked on earlier in the evening when she closed up. I noted they were in direct line with the side exit of the kitchen. I followed the trial of knocked over chairs.
Stepping into the kitchen; all seemed in order. Grill was clean, and counters were clean, and knives were in place. All the lights were on. Something was definitely wrong. She would never leave the place wide open like this.
I found him. In the small anteroom space where the stockroom, and our two offices met. He was laying just outside the door to the Stockroom.
Who was the dead guy she left in the back of the bar?
Where was Brenda?
Is she still alive or dead?
Theses and many other questions raced through my mind as I
raced to find the answers.
This story is still a "Work in Progress"
Please follow me as I complete this adventure.
Join me, James St.James as I unravel the "Open Secrets in LA"
