What the Hex? (A Paranormal P.I. Mystery Book 1) by Rose Pressey

breathing.
    “Three.”
    We inched up from the car. Another bullet rang out, but I had no idea what I would be shooting at, so I ducked, not returning fire. I wasn’t going to wait as long this time, so I peeked out immediately. That was when I saw him running away. He was dressed in a white jumpsuit with dark black hair. Derek rose up too. He spotted the man running away.
    “I’m going after him,” Derek said.
    “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
    Before I could finish the sentence Derek was running out from behind the car. Of course I had to run after him. I was the one with the gun. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Up ahead, Derek reached the edge of the building and then he stopped.
    “He’s gone.” Derek ran his hand through his hair.
    When I looked up and down the sidewalk, I didn’t spot the man anywhere. He could have run in any one of the buildings. One thing was for certain, he had to have been a part of the Elvis convention. Why else would he have had on the costume?
    “Do you think it was Bobby Carroll?” I asked.
    Derek looked over at me. “It sure seems likely.”
    Derek was right. We’d just interviewed him, and then been shot at by someone who looked an awful lot like him from behind.
    “We have to call the police and report this,” I said.
    Derek pulled out his phone. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    Once he’d placed the call, I didn’t know what to do while we waited for the police to show up. I wanted to go and look for this guy, but he would probably be long gone by now.
    We stood on the sidewalk on high alert until finally the police cars pulled up. If the shooter returned I’d already made plans to hide behind the nearby palm tree. I’d already put my gun away, so the police wouldn’t think that I was the shooter. Luckily, no one had been hurt.
    Two officers approached. They wore the dark blue police uniform. One with salt and pepper hair and the other with dark brown hair. Before they had a chance to ask what had happened, more cars arrived. They were unmarked cars, probably detectives.
    After we explained what had happened, the dark haired officer said, “We’ll secure the area. You think you can point this guy out if you saw him?”
    “I’d never forget his face,” I said.
    Derek gave the other officer the Elvis’ information. By now everyone had stopped what they were doing. They were standing around watching the scene play out.
    We walked into the room where the Elvis convention was being held. What if Jailhouse Rock had been playing? Except there was no music at the moment.
    No one had been allowed to leave the room. I seriously doubted that the gunman would come back into the room though. He was probably long gone by now.
    The officer stepped into the room. “Which one was it?”
    This would be harder than I thought. Now they all looked like a bunch of white jumpsuits. My mind couldn’t focus. I had to remember to look at their faces. Somehow my attention was drawn to an Elvis in the corner of the room.
    Our eyes met. That was when he realized I was looking at him. He darted to the right.
    “There he is,” I yelled, pointing.
    Of course that probably didn’t help the officer. Thank goodness the other Elvises moved. The officer got a clear sight of the one running away.
    “Freeze!”
    The Elvis had gotten held up by a big group. He had no choice but to stop. The officer caught up with him. When the Elvis turned around he stared right at me.
    If looks could kill I wouldn’t be around. His stare made me long to be invisible at that moment. I turned around and spotted Derek coming over to me.
    “I assumed we’d be there a while making statements about what happened,” I said. “The police didn’t say anything about statements.”
    Derek shook the head. “No, not yet, but let’s go outside and see what happens.”
    When we reached the parking lot again the officer came over to us. “We found a bullet and casing. We’ll get a few witness