I arrived at the Biltmore at 4 am. ,went up to the penthouse, the door was unlocked so I let myself in.
The bedroom was ransacked, a blonde lay motionless on the bed.

“Hello Ellroy, if you don’t want to wind up like Mindsey, you’ll give a girl a hand here and help me clean up this mess”, said a sultry singers voice, from the shadow in the corner of the suite.
I Knew who she was. I said,”You want to tell me what went on here?”
“You’re spy got here before I could dispose of her,” she said.

The girl was the queen of answer avoidance.

“You wanna know why I did it?,” she asked.

“If you’re telling, I’m listening,” I responded.

“Do you remember that smear piece you did to me while I was in rehab? Well you nearly ruined me. What would the world think of me now, if they knew I killed Mindsey Mohand, Superstar?,” she said sarcastically.
“Not good for career advancement,” I quipped. “So why’d ya do it London?”

“She was going to expose my love affair with her, I couldn’t let that happen,” she said.