Helena Goes To Hollywood: A Helena Morris Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Then again, the area had been mostly deserted. The next morning I called Ricky and asked him to come over. Ever prompt, Ricky sipped coffee at the kitchen table as I finished off an orange and some yogurt. “You shot out the back tires?” he asked without shock or amusement. I tossed my empty yogurt cup and orange peel. “He followed us and blocked me on some dead end construction ramp. It was either disable them or who knows what sort of dangerous L.A. car chase I’d be in.” He grinned. “You’d win.” “Yeah, but I could’ve hurt innocent people in the process. I’m not interested in being on television, but I would be more entertaining than OJ’s run. This way no one got hurt except a couple of tires. If it’s the tabloids, they can bill me.” I knew what I wanted to do. I just needed Ricky to back me up with Sonia. “Can you babysit her today? I need to go visit someone.” Ricky leaned back and looked me. “Doesn’t sound like a social call. Where are you going?”
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