Page 38 of Wild Sentinel

"Was it the time you stormed into her office and made threats?"

He frowned and looked around. "I really need to get back to my tables," he said before starting away.

"Do you have an alibi for the night she was murdered?"

Kai stopped and turned back to me. "Why would I need an alibi?"

"Well, after the death threats—the text messages, phone calls, showing up at her office—I'd say you’re a prime suspect."

Kai’s jaw clenched tight. "I was working that night. Here. Ask anybody. I didn't kill her. But if you ask me, she got what she deserved.”

I gave him an incredulous look. "Just because she wouldn't take you on as a client?"

"How many people’s careers has she destroyed? It's not fair. But mark my words, I'm going to be a star despite what she said."

That was the end of the discussion. He stormed away and approached one of his tables.

I found the manager, waved my badge, and asked him to verify Kai’s whereabouts on the night in question. After looking back through the records, he told me Kai was working. At least that was one person I could scratch off my list.

I stepped outside and waited for JD and Scarlett to finish up.

The valets were busy jockeying cars for celebrities and wannabes.

A guy approached and handed me a flyer. “Have you seen this girl?”

I looked at the color photocopy—an image of a gorgeous, smiling brunette in her early 20s. She had bright blue eyes, full lips, and classic features. In bold black font below the picture, the word missing stood out. The paragraph that followed detailed that Molly Dean was last seen at a bar on Sunset. The Horizon Lounge. At the bottom, a phone number to call. According to the flyer, Molly had been missing for six weeks.

I frowned and shook my head. “I’m sorry, buddy. I haven’t seen her. But I’ll keep an eye out.”

“She’s my sister. She came out here to be a star.”

It was a common story.

He moved on, handing out flyers to anyone who would take one.

Scarlett and Jack emerged from the restaurant. JD had boxed up some items for me since I didn't get a chance to eat. I was much appreciative.

With concern in her eyes, Scarlett asked, "How did it go with Irving?"

I smiled. "I think I made a new friend.”

She lifted an intrigued eyebrow. "That's interesting.”

I told her he wanted to do business with Flynn and me after this was all over. I took it with a grain of salt, and so did she.

"So what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" she asked.

"Well, if you don't mind, we’ll take the car and run down a few more leads," JD said.

"Well, I know if you wreck the car, you're good for it.”

JD chuckled. "When have I ever wrecked one of your vehicles?”

"I’ve seen what happens to your cars."

Jack frowned.

We said our goodbyes to Scarlett, then hopped into the Ferrari and headed over to Dramatic Artists Agency. It was one of the top agencies in Hollywood.