CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The next afternoon, I was back at it. I parked where I could watch through my binoculars, the student parking lot at Valley Charter High School in Granada Hills. I was in a used dark blue Ford Crown Victoria, the make and model LAPD detectives drove, I’d rented that morning from a Rent A Wreck place in North Hollywood.
I knew a guy, Brad Nash, who used to be a prop master at NBC Studios Burbank. He had retired in 2004 when NBC and Universal had merged, and they moved the property department to Universal City. Brad had been one of my first clients the year I’d left the cops and gone private. His grandson had got into some trouble, and Brad had hired me to get him out.
One of the many television shows Brad had worked on was the crime drama series starring Peter Falk as
