I decided to watch the men. Soon, they lugged their weapons into the back of their truck and started driving.
I ran back to my car and followed their tire tracks over the dirt road. My previous life as an Eagle Scout was coming in handy until we got to the highway. While I lost their tracks, I had a hunch. There was a small town a mile north that was often a stopover for the more criminal elements of LA society.
As I drove up, I saw the pick-up truck outside a diner. Even crime syndicates had to eat.
I parked and got out of the car. As soon as I stood up, the men I had followed surrounded me, and they did not look friendly.
The man who appeared to be the boss scowled.
“Why are you following us, Detective?”
“What were you doing at the Redder mansion?” I shot back.
“We work for Ms. Cecilia.”
Suddenly, I had an epiphany. Why was Donny shot but Cecilia poisoned? It hadn’t clicked until this moment.
Suddenly, they opened fire.