The Hollywood Mystery: 2
Chapter 2
August 11, Monday
9:46 am
Micheal Everest woke up with a start. He looked at the alarm on his bedside table. "9:46" it read. He got up and did a quick shower. He had witnessed a strange dream. He saw Lieutenant John Mathews get murdered. Micheal got into his undercover clothes. An FBI agent at the age of 23, he is the youngest agent to get the job. He got a tip that there was an illegal dealership in Los Angelos and was currently staying in the Ritz-Carlton hotel. As he took his keys, his phone buzzed. "Hello?" "Morning, Mr.Everest." came the deep voice of Oliver Doucun, the director. "M-M-Morning Sir." stammered Micheal. He didn't know why, but whenever he spoke to The Director, he automatically became a bumbling baboon. "Hope you have reached there," said Oliver. "Where sir? Because I still have no idea doesn't have clue about the dealership's location," replied Micheal, pressing the elevator's buttons. "So, you don't know?" came the voice of a concerned Director. "About the late-night crime?"
"Crime?" asked Micheal, now shocked." Well, Mr.Everest, there has been an 'accident' on Mount Lee.John Mathews has died." Oliver sighed before continuing again." I want you, Paul, and Martin on the scene before 9:50." A faint click at the end told that the Director had cut the call.
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