Chapter 14
Jacksonville, FL
LATE FRIDAY AFTERNOON, I was summoned to Chief Bridges’ office, where I found the chief and the sheriff waiting, along with a man and a woman whom I didn’t recognize.
“Captain Martin,” the sheriff said, “allow me to introduce you to Crystal Young and Lamar Bishop.”
I shook hands with both of them. Crystal was, at a guess, in her thirties, dark-haired, quite fit, and rather attractive. Lamar was somewhat older, short, and had the beginnings of a beer gut.
“Have a seat, George,” Chief Bridges said.
When I’d settled in one of his side chairs, he continued, “Crystal and Lamar have been engaged to make the film we discussed earlier this week.”
“Oh,” I said.
“You don’t seem entirely happy about that,” Crystal said.
“Let’s just say that I’m resigned to the ine
