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  CHAPTER NINE

  I was wrong about the ten days. I learned that when I reached out to Catherine the next morning. I chose the wrong day to sleep in.

  “Did you see the news?!”

  “Good morning to you too, Catherine,” I answered with a laugh. “No, what did I miss?”

  “There’s been another murder!”

  My good cheer died with her statement. “What happened?”

  “In LA again, another actor,” she explained. “My phone starting blowing up before dawn. I’ll bet Liz covers it on her show. It starts in ten minutes.”

  “I’ll text you after the segment,” I stated.

  “Sounds good.”

  I ended the call and clicked the television on to wait for Entertainment Daily to begin. They teased the story in the show’s intro and then broke for one set of commercials before presenting the meat of the story.

  Liz looked good, in a fire-engine red sleeveless shift that fell decorously to her knees. With her four-inch Jimmy Choo’s, she was captivating. Her eyes sparkled despite her somber expression and tone when she spoke.

  “Details are scarce, and police aren’t talking, but it appears the Firecracker Killer has struck again.”

  “Firecracker Killer?” I asked the air. “When did we start calling her that?”

  “Last night, around midnight, another actor was killed while doing a Facebook Live video,” she intoned. A graphic appeared with The Firecracker Killer in neon over a recorded video. My heart sank as I realized it was the video.

  “Hi, everyone, for those of you who don’t know me, I’m Bradley Reese,” he introduced himself, setting off a set of cute dimples in his baby face. He couldn’t be much more than twenty, with that mop of brown curls and smooth skin. The video paused as Liz continued to speak.

  “And just like in the first two videos, Bradley realizes something isn’t right.”

  Back to the video graphic. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see this baby die. Soon that part arrived.

  “Do you hear that? What’s that noise?” Bradley asked as popping sounds filled the space. And then silence.

  “Police discovered the body after several viewers called 9-1-1,” Liz told her own viewers. “Police have not used the expression serial killer yet.” Though you now had, Liz. I was sure they appreciated that. “But, a source tells me—” Don’t do it Liz! “—that the FBI has been called in to assist with the investigation. Maybe because the killer is crossing state lines? As a reminder, the first murder occurred in LA, the second here in the Valley, and the third now back in LA. We’ll update you as we learn more information.” Wide, toothy smile for the audience and then cut to commercial.

  I sat back on my couch, thinking. At least she didn’t disclose we thought an unidentified twin of a dead woman was the killer. That placated me a little. Liz sure did give up everything else. I knew Evie was getting her vampire sleep, but I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and texted Catherine.

  Ugh. Come over?

  Be right there.

  About thirty minutes later, a knock on my door. I opened it immediately. Catherine looked paler than normal. I gave her a hug before stepping aside for her to enter my house.

  On the way to the breakfast table, I paused at the refrigerator. “I know it’s morning, but do you want a drink?”

  Catherine laughed. “Yes, but I’m going to pass.”

  I figured she would. I just wanted to make her laugh. Mission accomplished. We settled into the wicker chairs. Entertainment Daily still played on the screen in the living room, but muted. “What do you think?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know.” She stared out my sliding glass doors for a moment before turning to me. “I’ve told all my clients no more social media videos until the killer is caught.”

  “That sounds wise,” I responded. “Why offer a target? Just for a little publicity.”

  “Exactly. Some of the younger ones who still believe they’re invincible,” she half-smiled at that, “tried to argue with me, but I made it clear. I will drop anybody who doesn’t follow this order. And yes, it most definitely was an order,” she answered my unasked question.

  I nodded, unsmiling. “Good for you. They need to take this seriously. Especially since we don’t know what Juni’s sister wants.”

  “You’re that certain it’s the djinn’s twin?”

  “Yes. I am. That popping noise sealed the deal for me. There’s really no other explanation. I just wish I had a motive.”

  Obviously hearing the frustration in my voice, Catherine gave my shoulder a squeeze. “You’ll come up with something. What’s next?”

  I checked the time on my phone. “As soon as the show is over, I’m calling Liz. She has a friend working the digital angle to see if we can get anything. After that, we’ll probably check in with Jacob again.”

  Catherine wasn’t fast enough to hide her smile.

  “What?”

  “I find it interesting.”

  “Find what interesting?”

  “You using Jacob’s first name.”

  “So? We’re friendly,” I explained defensively. Why was I defensive?

  “You light up when you say his name,” she casually added.

  My mouth dropped open. “I do not!”

  She laughed openly now. “Yes, you do.”

  “I do?”

  She nodded.

  I sighed. “He’s good looking, that’s for sure,” I admitted.

  “That he is.”

  “Maybe when this is all over…” I stopped myself. “I don’t think he even likes me. He treats me like a suspect!”

  “That’s just his nature,” she explained. “There was definitely a spark. Literally.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” I muttered and at her expression, filled her in on our second meeting.

  “Well, then, I’d say there’s definitely a spark!” She cackled at her own wit. We filled the rest of the time with idle chitchat until the show finished. The instant the show ended, I texted Liz. I didn’t mention the FBI disclosure. I didn’t like it, and I guessed Jacob didn’t like it, but she was what she was.

  Any new info?

  Tech guy messaged. He’s got news!!!! Wanna come get me?

  On my way.

  Catherine had been reading this over my shoulder and stood up at my final text. “Let me know if you need anything from me,” she offered.

  I gave her a hug at the door, told her to take it easy, and headed out to pick up Liz at the television station. I chuckled as I wondered if I’d ever see her actual home.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Liz stood tapping her foot when I drove up to get her. She hopped in before I’d even come to a complete stop.

  “Good morning to you,” I greeted her.

  “I’ve already entered Chris’s info into Google Maps. Just follow her instructions,” she responded. “He’s in Aliante,” she added and I groaned. “Yeah, I know, but if I know my guy, it’ll be worth it.”

  Aliante was at least a thirty minute drive from the television station. I stifled a response and simply hoped she was right about him being worth it.

  “You caught the show.” A statement, not a question.

  “I did. How did you get the video so quickly? The murder was just last night.”

  “I have my sources.”

  Rolling my eyes, I stayed quiet. She jumped in to fill the silence.

  “Okay, okay. Since the second murder, people have started taping when actors do Facebook Live videos. Quite a few people emailed me the video after the murder.”

  It was creepy how she sounded so cheerful. Another man died. Good grief.

  “But, we really need new information. Chris is a genius online, so if he says he’s got something, it’s going to be good. I promise.”

  Her excitement was infectious and I smiled at her enthusiasm. “He didn’t give you even the tiniest hint?”

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�Nope, but that’s Chris. He loves his drama,” she laughed. I joined her; that was probably why they got along so well.

  She scrolled through her cellphone. I drove in the silence while she checked whatever it was she was checking and soon we were pulling up to a two-story beige stucco house. It was virtually indistinguishable from half the homes in Vegas but appeared well-kept.

  *****

  A young man with smooth dark skin and dreadlocks opened the door with a wide smile.

  “Hello, Liz and friend.” He gave Liz a quick hug.

  “Mia,” I offered as we shook hands.

  “Chris.” He winked at me. “I can see by your expression that I do not fit your stereotype.”

  I reddened but acknowledged the remark.

  “Unless you happen to live in the basement and this is really your mother’s house,” I quipped back and he belly laughed.

  “Ah, but Mia, you know there are no basements in Vegas.”

  “Guest room?”

  He laughed again. “No on both counts.” He stepped aside to grant us entry. “Welcome to my humble abode. Although I will admit that I had interior decorating assistance.”

  “It clearly paid off,” I responded and looked around. His home was beautifully appointed with matching earth-toned neutrals everywhere, a splash of red on throw pillows, and abstract art pieces on the walls.

  “Thank you very much. Please, please, have a seat at the dining table.” We gathered around a laptop on the table, chairs already thoughtfully arranged in a semicircle.

  “Okay, let me show you what I found.” Chris was all business once we were seated. “I don’t know your technical background, so I’ll go through all the steps,” he said to me.

  “Here’s the picture that Liz gave me to start with,” and the familiar image of Juni filled the screen. “As you know, image-detecting software doesn’t work very well on partial images.” He closed the image and opened up a new one. I gasped. “I know, right? I took your image and worked my magic to fill in what the other two thirds of her face looked like. I can’t guarantee it, but I suspect this is pretty close.”

  Looking at the image of a front-facing Juni, I had to agree with him. If I saw the partial and this whole image side-by-side, I would be certain they were the same woman. Long brown hair. Dark, almost black eyes.

  As if reading my mind, Chris hit a few keys and the partial popped up beside the full image rendering. I could see Liz nodding beside me.

  “Dang, Chris. You are a genius.”

  “Thank you, Liz, but if that’s all I could do, that wouldn’t be as helpful, no?”

  “True,” she agreed with a chuckle.

  “Good thing I did more.” He closed those images and brought up a video, clearly showing the inside of a casino. “I ran a search for my new image. Nothing popped in criminal databases.”

  I opened my mouth to ask how he had access to those and closed it quickly. Not really my business.

  “When I ran it against general photos and videos posted on the internet, well, that’s when things got interesting.” Without another word, he clicked start for the video. A cute couple, clearly inebriated, were talking to each other and the person holding the phone. Since they were obviously not Juni, I correctly assumed what I was looking for was in the background.

  “Wait for it,” Chris intoned and I leaned forward.

  There! He hit the pause for the video just as a woman walked into frame behind the happy couple. Holy cow, it was definitely Juni. Chris waited for our reactions.

  “Where is this, Chris?” Liz asked, her eyes squinting as she tried to see details that would disclose the location.

  I realized why Chris was waiting. “When is this?” I asked instead and Chris nodded his approval.

  “Exactly, Mia. The where is important, Liz, and it’s at the Golden Nugget at Freemont. But, Mia hit the nail on the head. When I checked the time stamp for this video, it’s a week ago.”

  To her credit, Liz instantly understood. “This is right before the murder. Well after Juni died,” she exclaimed.

  Chris nodded. “Yep, which makes things interesting. Either your girl Juni isn’t dead, or this is the twin sister you’re looking for.”

  My head was spinning. If I was wrong about Juni being a djinn, then this very well could be Juni and she likely was our murderer. If I was right about Juni being a djinn, then this was likely her twin sister who was our murderer. But, if this was Juni, what was her motive for murder? Angry at Roger for some reason. But why kill the others? And if it was the twin sister, I was still back to my question of her motive for the murders of Chad and Bradley…too many ifs. I realized Liz and Chris were staring at me.

  “What are you thinking?” Liz asked.

  “Did you find her on any of the security footage at the Golden Nugget?”

  “I may have access to certain private databases,” he coyly answered, “but even I cannot access casino security footage. And I don’t know anybody who would give me access. Do you?” This last directed at Liz.

  She frowned while she thought. “Not at the Golden Nugget.”

  “No other videos popped with her image?” I asked Chris.

  “I’m afraid not.”

  I winked at them both. “Then it looks like we’re heading to Freemont!”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Freemont used to have so much free parking, I lamented before I pulled over to my usual metered spot. Whenever I headed to Freemont, I kept it simple and grabbed a metered spot on Sixth Street. I was usually only a couple of blocks from anywhere I wanted to go in the area. I fed $4 to the meter. That should buy us enough time.

  Liz and I walked to the Freemont Street Experience, which housed the Golden Nugget Hotel & Casino, among many other colorful attractions. Sometimes it was best to avert your gaze! I totally understood making a living, but I didn’t really need to see a middle-aged man with a beer gut wearing an American flag bikini. Liz and I heard a thumping beat and saw a small crowd gathered around one of the street artists. Liz rolled her eyes when I pulled her closer.

  “Really, Mia? How long have you lived in Vegas?”

  “I like the dancing,” I confessed. We peeked around the edge of the crowd. “Dang.” No dancers. Just a guy doing a card trick. Probably a pretty good one, with the crowd he attracted, but still. I usually only stopped for the dancers. They reminded me of the movements of underwater creatures so close to my heart.

  We continued past the card dealer. Past the man spray painted silver standing statue still. Past the woman sitting cross legged on the concrete playing a flute. Past the two women wearing showgirl outfits calling out to the men, “Take a picture with a showgirl!” I admired the elaborate red and blue headdresses of the women but carefully avoided eye contact. They usually tried for the guys, but making eye contact with any of the street artists increased the likelihood of engagement, and some of them could be pretty darn aggressive. And we had neither the time nor the interest in engaging. But I wished them lots of luck with the tourists.

  Liz and I reached the Golden Nugget Hotel & Casino. We stared up at the entrance. It wasn’t quite as impressive during the day as it was all lit up at night, but the gold-lined rounded cover over the entrance and the faux-gold plating on the exterior walls were still pretty sparkly. I was thankful that I didn’t require breathing to survive when we entered the casino. It was midday so not quite as bad as it would be in the evening, but the smoke crawled over my skin. Liz coughed and grimaced.

  “Ugh,” was all she said but I understood.

  We stepped off to the side just inside the door to get our bearings. It was a casino; lots of flashing lights and random jingles coming off the various slot machines. Casinos made most of their money off the slot machines; something I’d never really understood. You had zero control over the outcome. It was 100% luck if you won. At least with the table games, if you had skill, you could tilt the odds a little bit. I internally shrugged.
I didn’t gamble, so to each their own.

  “Now we find a security guard,” I stated, searching the floor for one.

  “There!” Liz pointed over toward the far end of the space, where a man stood impassively like an endcap on the row of slots. We approached him, side stepping the tourists in their shorts and flip flops, holding either cameras or alcoholic beverages, rarely both.

  “What’s our story?” Liz asked.

  “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “But, I’m fairly certain this guy won’t be able to help us. We need his boss.”

  “Good point. Let’s just ask for him.”

  We’d reached the security guard. “How can I help you?” he asked, courteously, if clearly by rote.

  Liz gave him her biggest smile. “We’d like to talk to the head of security, please.” The guard’s eyes narrowed and he looked closer at the two of us.

  “Maybe I could help you…”

  “We’d rather discuss it with him,” she demurred.

  The guard stared down at us for a beat and then understanding dawned in his eyes. “I know you,” he said, almost but not quite accusatory.

  “Well,” Liz responded, looking down and fluttering her lashes. I just barely managed not to laugh at her fake-coy routine. Oh brother.

  Now the guard was excited. “You’re Elizabeth Addison! From that morning show.”

  Liz held up her hands. “You got me.”

  The guard lowered his voice. “Is this about a story?”

  Leaning in to whisper, matching his tone, Liz answered, “I can’t confirm or deny that.” Then she winked.

  “For you, Ms. Addison, I’ll get Mr. Maliton. But, I’ll be honest. He’s probably not going to want to help,” the guard warned us.

  “That’s okay,” she assured him. “If you can get him, we’ll take it from there.”

  We could definitely take it from there.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The guard spoke into a walkie talkie, requesting Mr. Maliton to the floor.