Bøger af E. M. Slater

Excerpt.... The sound of the surf down all of her thoughts and memories. She came back to her apartment and flipped on the news station out of Los Angeles. "...and in neighboring Ventura, a grisly murder was discovered at Radio Station KXOL.-FM this morning; a secretary found Program Director Tom Baker in his office,and..." Lynn stared at the radio. She reached for the telephone just as it started to ring. "He-hello?"'Is this Lynn Shaw?""Yes," she whispered. "This is Detective O'Donnell, I'm with Ventura Homicide, I'd like you to come down to KXOL right away, so we can get your statement.""I'm afraid I can't tell you much.""Let me be the judge of that, I assume you know Tom Baker was killed last night?""Yes, I just heard it on the radio. I-I can't quite believe it.""Well, we tried to reach you earlier, but I guess you're an early riser."Lynn frowned, this guy sounds just like my father. "Yes detective, I am an early riser, I jog on the beach every morning.""OK, get down here as soon as possible." Detective O'Donnell hung up, and Lynn slammed her receiver on the cradle. She went into the bathroom and took another quick shower. What could I possibly tell them.Lynn drove to KXOL in a daze. She marveled at the number of cars in the parking lot, for once she couldn't find a place to park. She wore slacks and a cotton shirt and with her tawny hair tied back in a pony tail, she looked much younger than her 17 years. Everyone seemed to be congregating in the reception area. She had nothing to do with the business end of the station and some of the office staff she'd never even met.A powerfully built man about 6'5" with steel gray hair approached her. "Miss Shaw?"He appeared tired as he offered his hand. "I'm Detective O'Donnell, I'm sure we can get your statement taken care of right away."Lynn ignored his hand. "I sincerely hope so." Great, she thought, a military type. O'Donnell left her and walked over to David Porter, a lanky man in his thirties. The sales manager smiled at the detective's obvious anger. "These kids that work here need to have the back of a hairbrush applied vigorously to their posteriors, if they were mine, they'd be taking their meals standing up." Porter hid a grin and nodded. "Yes, most of them are young and very immature."The two men walked down the hall to the General Manager's office.