Chapter 35: Rotunda Disturbed
Downtown Hurricane Bay
HBIA
2:15 P.M.
My office sat approximately one-point-three miles away from Rudy Shower’s apartment building. I decided to do some hardcore Googling on Clarissa Monigal at my office upon returning there after my productive escapade on Coral Street.
I parked on St. Paul Street, two doors down from my agency. The street’s shade comprised of a bunch of Magnolia trees covered in Spanish moss. After locking up my ride, I wasn’t taken aback to see Peter Rotunda standing next to his screaming-white Cadillac. He had his arms crossed, sunglasses poised perfectly on his nose, and his legs were separated with just enough space to intimidate me. He spoke clear and loud.
“Axle Dupree, I think you’ve been dragging your feet about finding the murd
