Chapter 24

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24 The LAPD have moved on. The media, the fans, the gawkers and rubberneckers too. Now it's just a hill. Not just any hill. It'll always be the hill that Joshua Speed crashed his Ferrari on. Where he flew off the road and tumbled to his doom. In a few days, it'll be on the Hollywood star maps and stop-off spots where tourists can get off a bus and take a selfie. But right now, it's just a hill. So I take advantage of the calm. I park the Camaro on the bend and walk slow along the side of the road. I'm looking for something specific. I don't find it. Not on the road, anyway. So I step over the barrier to the right of the broken section. I push my way into the bushes. I don't find anything in there either. I walk a little further down the road. I step over the barrier and into the bushes

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