| Soap Sins September 5, 2012 CHAPTER 46 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! BEVERLY HILLS COPS Previously on SOAP SINS - When soap star/co-executive producer Dakota Diamonelle had gotten to the black Sedan, she started to open the door but a police car sped up and an officer jumped out. He shouted to stop but it was too late. She opened the car door, about to slide into the plush interior, only to discover that the driver was slumped forward, a strange red mark on the back of his neck. She heard herself scream. The driver was DEAD ...! The story now continues ... - The press was in scandal heaven. Hollywood scandal, that is. The kind that sells. The paparazzi had snapped photographs of Dakota being whisked away by the police, her face mirroring her shock and awe, the slumped Sedan driver in the background, deader than dead. Her photos were splashed all over the tabloids, the internet, and a few foreign magazines that considered her a style icon. Dakota was a nervous wreck. Chip the producer could not have been more thrilled. As he said in the text he sent her a few hours later, people were talking about her yet again. That spelled ratings. - Dakota read the message and turned off her iphone. She had been sitting in the Beverly Hills Police Station for the last two hours. She was tired and her lipstick needed to be refreshed. The clean-cut officer who had taken her statement returned with her latte and handed it to her with a smile. The Beverly Hills police department was big on public relations. And they gave good coffee. - Dakota thanked him and took a sip as a pretty blonde female officer placed a file on the coffee officer's desk. Her eyes narrowed and she glanced down at the file. "What does the autopsy report say?" - The coffee officer replied that the autopsy report would not be available until the next day and added it would be classified. "We appreciate your cooperation and are just waiting for the word for your release." - "So I'm a prisoner?" - "No ma'm. You're a witness and a celebrity." - She nodded and placed the now empty coffee cup on his desk next to a paperweight of Charlie Chaplin. "I gathered as much. But you have not asked me my opinion about the red marks on the driver's neck. I have reason to believe ..." - He interrupted by asking where she got the nice bracelet she was wearing. Dakota stared. He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Ma'm, you already told me your theory that the driver was killed by a vampire but I chose not to hear it. If talk of vampires in Beverly Hills got out, it would be very bad publicity. But rest assured, I will personally follow up on this lead you were gracious enough to give me." - Dakota sighed. "Dragos ..." - "Your costar has an alibi. He was in the restaurant." - "If he is a real vampire like the Transylvanian records show about his ancestor, then he can change his form!" she argued. "At least talk to him ..." - "Agreed, though it will have to be off the record. Supernatural crimes are not within my jurisdiction." - He soon received a phone call and told her she was free to go. She asked him for his card so he gave her one with a pleasant smile. He then escorted her to another tidy office, where the blonde female officer was waiting. She would be her ride home. - When Dakota emerged from the police car fifteen minutes later, she made her way to the front door with her house key ready. Before she could insert it, the door was opened by Brent the blonde surfer dude. His goofy grin was gone and his blue eyes were wide and nervous. She wondered if he too suspected Dragos of vampirism. - "Where were you?" - "With the Beverly Hills cops." She closed the door behind herself. Nick, her prime time husband, sauntered into the foyer and peered at her. - "There's been a bunny incident," Brent suddenly stammered. - Dakota gave her husband a kiss. - Nick frowned and took a step back. "Who in the hell are you and just what do you think you're doing in my house ...?!" |
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