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Turned out Bruyn had already called Lorraine to spread the word that he'd appreciate any help folks could give me and Kennedy, citing my line about the girls deserving the best investigation possible.
That was all the encouragement the diner patrons needed. This was the kind of town where detectives and private investigators are mythical beings found only on a TV screen. I haven't been cooler since my senior year, when I showed up at school on my motorcycle.
I regaled my new friends with tales of the dangerous and adventurous life of a PI. Yep, I lied. I've learned that no one's particularly impressed with my stories of long, treacherous days spent navigating the deadly waters of the Internet, conducting background searches.
Once I figured I'd done my duty, I demonstrated a real-life application of those cool PI skills by questioning the patrons about the murders. I asked about the victims, but their answers boiled down to this: They didn't know Claire, and the other two had been addicted to everything, good for nothing.
"Now, just a second," Lorraine said after her customers had fallen silent. "Ginny could be decent enough if you got her alone. She was just weak, doing whatever Brandi wanted. It was like that from the time they were kids."
"Maybe so," Jacob said. "But let's face it--those girls ended up right where everyone expected them to, as much as we might have wished otherwise. If Chief Bruyn wasn't exactly twisting himself in knots to solve the murders, that's why."
"Oh, that's not why," Lorraine muttered.
"Is it something to do with Paula Thompson?" I said. "I got the feeling there was bad blood between her and Bruyn."
Lorraine shook her head, unwilling to answer. Jacob didn't share her qualms. "Paula worked for him," he said. "Until she got tired of running and quit."
"Running?"
"Around and around the desk. Chief Bruyn had a thing for her. But Paula? She runs fast."
A chorus of laughter from everyone within hearing distance.
"Paula's a smart cookie," Lorraine said. "After she had Ginny, she got a lot more careful about men."
"Another lesson Ginny never learned," Jacob said.
Lots of solemn nods on that one.
"You mean Ginny's boyfriend, right?" I said. "A local guy?"
"Cody Radu," Jacob said.
Mutters circled the room. Even Lorraine didn't jump in to his defense.
Jacob was the first to speak. "Cody's a rich brat who thinks he's a lot smarter, a lot better looking, and a lot richer than he is. Big fish, small pond. His daddy's a developer. Cody works for him. Not exactly the Vanderbilts, but around here, they're high society, which is why they stay."
"So it was rumored Cody was seeing Ginny?"
Lorraine snorted and muttered, "No rumor about it. He was and everyone knew it."
"Did Ginny threaten to tell his wife?"
Jacob shook his head. "Tiffany Radu knew all about Ginny. She married the local rich boy and isn't about to let him go, no matter what."
Which sounded like a motive for murder, if that rich boy decided he wanted to permanently relocate to greener pastures.
"Cody likes to wallow in the mud," Jacob said. "Tiffany's happy to let him, as long as he keeps the muck out of her pretty little life."
Lorraine shushed him, but only halfheartedly.
"Are we talking more muck than trashy girlfriends?" I asked.
"Sure are," Jacob said. "Dope, parties, hookers. Hell, I've even heard he runs a white slavery ring out of Seattle."
"Okay, that's enough," Lorraine said. She looked at me. "Folks around here don't have a lot of time for Cody Radu, but all that is just rumor."
"Like hell," Jacob said. "Chief Bruyn's been investigating him for years. Everyone knows he's up to a shitload of crap, but the cop can't pin a thing on him. That's how he figures Ginny and Brandi got killed. Maybe even Claire Kennedy."
