Lauri Robinson - Stolen Kiss With The Hollywood Starlet

Walter pulled the roadster into the driveway to Julia’s home, set back a short distance from the diner, and cut the engine.

Julia, a pretty black-haired woman, walked out of her front door while he was climbing out of his car. They met on the walkway to her house.

“Evening, Walter,” she said. “Rosie said if it had been anyone but you who told her to leave, she would never have called me to come get her.”

“I’m glad she listened,” he said. “A drug den was busted in an apartment above CB’s.”

Julia nodded, and he also saw the one thing he didn’t want to see. Sympathy. Though it had been four years ago, Lucy’s death had been the talk of the town for months, and no one believed she’d died in the car where her body had been found. Halfway down a cliff.

“Are they here?” he asked. “Rosie and the other girls who got in your car?”

She glanced past him, toward the road on the other side of the grove of trees that kept her house somewhat secluded. “Why?”

“Because Mel’s looking for them.”

“I figured as much. He guards those girls closer than prisoners in order to keep them working for him.” Her dark eyes narrowed in question as she asked, “Why are you involved in this?”

It was out of the ordinary. After spending years dealing with Lucy and her addictions, he’d kept himself separated from any of the nightlife and underworld of Los Angeles. Keeping his reasons to himself, he shrugged. “Wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Or the right place at the right time,” Julia said. “You know how those raids go. They have to arrest someone. Find a patsy to take the blame. Pay the price. Rosie could be spending the night in the hoosegow rather than sleeping in her own bed tonight.”

“That’s why I’m here, Julia.” He shook his head. “Someone saw Rosie call you, and they’re saying she’s the one that called the police.”

Julia shook her head and then smiled. “And you’re here to defend her. That’s awfully kind of you, Walter. She’ll appreciate that.” Her brows tugged together in a frown. “I didn’t think you took criminal cases. Thought you specialize in business deals.”

A hint of guilt struck him because he hadn’t considered Rosie might need an attorney. But that gave him the perfect reason for being here. “I don’t want to see anyone railroaded. I’ll represent Rosie and all three of those other women.” He looked at her house. “They are all here, aren’t they?”

Julia never blinked an eye as she said, “No.”

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