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in them, but alas; it was just my phone and the keys to Elise’s car. I had left the bottle in the hotel room and I was afraid I was about to lose it.
    “Well, Mr. Lemons,” Gibson said, “none other than Mr. Brad Jackson lives in that house.”
    “Brad Jacks-Who the fuck is Brad Jackson?”
    “MOMMMMMM!!!!”
    Instead of nagging me again, Elise promptly asks, “THEE Brad Jackson?!”
    Oh Jesus.
    “Again, who the crapshit is Brad Jackson?!”
    “Mom?” Eric speaks up again. “Crapshit? Is that bad?”
    “Eric!” Elise yells, and then turns her deathly gaze upon me, “Archie!”
    “Captain,” I say, trying to restore some order to this madhouse of an office, “please tell me who Brad Johnson is before I freak out.”
    “Jackson,” Elise corrects me.
    ARGH!
    “Brad Jackson,” the Captain tells me, “is a very famous and very charitable man. I’m surprised you’ve never heard of him.”
    “Do you mean Brad Pitt?”
    “No, Mr. Lemons, had I meant Brad Pitt I would have said Brad Pitt.”
    “Okay then, well I’ve never heard of this guy so why is it a big deal?”
    Elise chimed in once again. “You know who he is. He’s all over the tabloids. He stared in that show on the CW Network called Hunky Vampires in the Hollywood Hills?”
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “No, and he’s in a ton of movies. Come on, his wife was murdered something like four years ago. It was a huge trial. You couldn’t have missed it.”
    “Seriously,” I say. “I haven’t watched a celebrity trial since they let O.J. walk.”
    “He wasn’t on trial, Mr. Lemons. He was being stalked by a crazed fan that ended up killing his wife. She is now serving a life sentence.”
    “So what are you telling me here, Captain? A famous person couldn’t possibly have committed a crime. I don’t understand.”
    “It’s not that, it’s just he has a lot of connection and is important to our community. We don’t want to go stepping on anybody’s toes. I have sent two officers out to his house to ask questions and snoop around. They will be back shortly and we will go from there.”
    “This is how you handle murder investigations? Ask the suspect if they killed someone and if not, whelp, see ya later?”
    “Mr. Lemons, we don’t get a lot of murders around here. We are a friendly beach community. That’s not to say we don’t handle a death or two, but they are mostly alcohol related and the manslaughter types. Drunken brawls gone too far, you understand?”
    My heart was beating hard again and I could feel my blood pressure rise. I closed my eyes tight and tried to calm myself down but my skin was crawling. I was going to have a fit.
    There was a knock on the door and two different officers walk in. From their nametags, they were S. Bronson and S. Simmons. They inform us that they were just at Brad Jackson’s house and everything appeared to be normal. They said they told him about a possible murder near his property and he seemed shocked.
    He is an actor for fuck’s sake. What the hell?!
    They asked him a few questions, he seemed calm and cooperative and nothing seemed out of the ordinary so they went on their merry way.
    “Thank you, gentleman,” the captain said, dismissing them. “Well, there you go, Mr. Lemons. We cannot launch a murder investigation without a body and without it we have absolutely nothing to go on. Maybe you just thought you saw something bad going on but it was really just two people playing around. You look tired, the brain does weird things.”
    “Just because I’m tired doesn’t mean I start to hallucinate!”
    “Please calm down, sir. I’m just saying, unless a body turns up, we have nothing to go on at this time. We’ve even pulled up missing persons reports from the area and the surrounding areas. There is nothing.”
    “It was two godda…it was two hours ago! No one is filing a M.P. on someone after two hours. What kind of Mayberry bullshit are you running here?!” The kids had given up