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She frowned. “What does this matter? I don’t know why you are so interested. There was nothing different about this outcall than any of the others I’ve been on. I got the notice from Tony that he needed a couple of girls. So—”
“Who is Tony?”
She looked at Daisy like she was crazy. “Tony K. He owns this club. I’m waiting for him right now.” She pointed to the door. “This is his office.”
“Okay, so he tells you where to go?”
She pressed her lips together. “You need to go.”
Daisy planted her feet, waiting for an answer.
She sighed. “Fine. Yes. So Pearl and I went. And we did what we were supposed to do, and we left. Gave the men a good time. That is all.”
“You left before the plane took off?”
“That’s right. As I said. Nothing happened.”
“Have you been with Frankie before?”
“No. But he came here many times. And I do not think Tony likes him. Which was odd because he pays well.”
“Didyou get paid?”
“Of course. Tony pays us. What kind of question is that?” she demanded. “Look, we did nothing wrong. I’m not saying more.”
Daisy shrugged. She was just wondering if he’d stiffed them, the way he’d stiffed Arséne.
Another thought came to her. If Tony handled the purse strings on these women, maybe he had been stiffed in the past. Maybe he was the killer, and had paid Cass to poison Frankie. “Did you spend your time with Frankie, or one of the other—”
The door suddenly opened, and the woman came out.
Cass waved her off. “I don’t know. I’m done answering questions. I don’t know why you’re even asking me this,” she said, stepping through the door and slamming it, hard, in Daisy’s face.
Daisy stared for a moment, wishing she could be a fly on the wall in that room. What were they talking about? Were they complicit, working together? She started to put her ear against the door when it suddenly swung open, and a slight but attractive looking man with longish, slicked-back dark hair, a moustache, and a shirt, opened past his breastbone, stood there, glaring at her.
“Do not harass my women,” he snarled at her, wagging a long finger at her. “Or I will have my men escort you out.”
Her heart threatened to jam itself in her throat, but she swallowed it back. “Oh, I wasn’t. I was just trying to find out what she knew about—”
“I don’t care what you are trying to do. She is working and you are getting in the way. So get out of my way before I throw you out.”
She backed away as he guided Cass toward the club’s main area.
But the more she thought about the theory, the more convinced she became that they had something to do with it. Why else would they be unwilling to talk to her?
“Wait,” she called, but they didn’t turn around.
She followed them into the crowd, weaving around bodies, losing them in the throng for a while. When she saw them again, they were standing at the front door, staring at her. The moment she caught sight of them, they disappeared down another hallway.
Pushing her way through, she picked up the pace and arrived at a short, narrow hall, ending in a door with a glowing red EXIT sign over it. There was nowhere else they could’ve gone. She pushed it open into the cool sea of night, seeing nothing but a brick wall in the darkness. She looked around as the door swung shut behind her, realizing that she was in a narrow back alley.
At first, all she heard was the sound of dripping water, but then, a voice said, “Don’t move.”
She turned to find herself looking down the barrel of a gun.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I told you not to follow us.” The voice was heavy, breathy. Dead serious. His two pinpoint-eyes, illuminated by a dim, faraway streetlight, trained on her.
