It's the next morning at 11:15 a.m. Jenkins and Joe pull up to Zeke's house. They knocked, no answer. They waited, no answer. Jenkins looked through the window, No furniture, TV, no Zeke.
"SHIZ!" yelled Jenkins as he came away from the window.
He pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Yes hello there. Can I please speak to Charles Manfred, director of the FBI? Thank you," Jenkins asked. There was some waiting until, "Charles, it's Luis, put out a BOLO for Ezekiel Wierksy, he's on the run!"
Meanwhile, at the office, Arel and Karl are just starting their day after losing all their energy crying the day prior.
"Ugh, I wanna be in the action!" complained Arel.
Just wait, he'll call us soon," said Karl.
"Yo sick car!"
"Yeah.... No plates, all black SUV, that's actually suspic-"
Karl didn't even get to finish his sentence because then the back window rolled down.
"SHIT! GUN! GET DOWN!" yelled Arel.
Arel tackled Karl, and the sound of gunshots filled the air. Glass breaking, people screaming, car alarms going off, Arel and Karl's mind racing, just pure chaos.
"Karl! You good?" asked Arel.
"Yeah....." said Karl shakily.
"See what's broken but STAY LOW!"
"Okay... On.. it.."
Arel pulled out his phone and called Joe.
"Yo what's good Arel! How you doing?" asked Joe
"No time for this! Put Luis on the phone!" said Arel.
"It's on speaker."
"Thanks."
"Luis speaking," said Jenkins.
"Luis, it's Arel! I think Zeke just shot up the office!"
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Murder in the City of Film
Historia CortaIn sunny southern California, a private investigator hires 3 people to help him. On their very first case, they find a variety of betrayal, justice, and sadness. Follow them in the murder committed in paradise.
