Chapter Two
Her phone rings in the dead of the night. Eyes not even open, she answers it with one hand.
"This is Captain Raydor."
"Captain? Provenza here. I think you'd better get to our crime scene sooner rather than later."
"What's going on Lieutenant?"
"I…Listen Captain. Just get here. Andy is texting the address now. Just get here."
"I'm on my way Lieutenant."
Sharon jumps out of bed. Provenza has never wanted her at a crime scene so fast, and that must mean something is horribly wrong, or something is horribly serious.
Getting up at all hours of the night has become commonplace in her life now. She has a routine down pat. Brush her teeth, quickly put a comb through her hair, dab some deodorant and perfume on, and then she moves on to the closet. Considering it is 1:00 a.m., she opts for a pantsuit with a scarf to ward against the chill. This might be Los Angeles, but it can get wicked cold in the early morning. She puts on her watch as she makes her way to the front door, her cell phone balanced between her arm and her chest. She quickly pours a cup of coffee into her thermos and places it next to the front door on the table. Her shoes on and purse in hand, she stops and listen. All is quiet. If Rusty was up she would let him know where she was going, but he is dead to the world. She smiles and writes a quick note to him on the writing pad. She places her phone in her purse, takes out her keys, and picks up her thermos.
Out the door, down the elevator, and into the car garage where she quickly walks to her car while keeping an eye on every angle surrounding her. The hairs on the back of her neck are standing on edge, and that is never a good sign. Something about this call…this murder or whatever it is that has happened…
She quickly gets in her car, locks the doors, and places her things on the passenger seat. "Somehow, I don't think I'm going to be getting much sleep the next few days," she says to no one in particular.
She types in the address left by Andy on her phone. She texts him back, letting him know her eta. It is a twenty minute drive. She turns on some classical music to settle her nerves and proceeds to drive across town.