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I've gotta crank through the gears so I don't lose the guy, but lucky for us, there are plenty of lights, along with a silver Buick in between, giving us cover. The killer drives into the flashier parts of town, where Josh and his Hollywood pals used to hang out. We end up just off Rodeo Drive, pulling into a horse-shoe shaped avenue of glass buildings with a car park in the middle. There's an arcade of designer stores at the end, a high-end health club to the right and the biggest coffee shop I've ever seen on the left.
As I turn into the car park, I see Josh's killer get out of the Mustang.
He looks familiar, somehow. And not just the tattoo I recognise from the attack at the old studio lot. But with his phone to his ear, I just can't place the face.
"You got your phone on you?" I
