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“Special clients. How interesting. What about the girls who work the club? Do they grab a guy and leave the premises as well?” Montana heard the ire in his voice.
She remained silent until she’d lit the end and took a long drag. After blowing out the smoke, she cocked her hip. “Detective. I have at any given time two hundred men in my club. If you believe I can watch what every man does or who they talk to, you are sorely wrong. I allow my girls to enjoy the night and who they spend time with is simply of their own accord.”
“I see.” Grant shook his head and took a step back. “No safety mechanisms at all.”
Mistress Jade snapped her head in his direction. “As I mentioned on the phone, I vet every client with an intense screening, much like I do my girls. There is no one allowed into the club unless they pass with flying colors. Those recommended I take certain latitude with at my discretion. I take safety as a top priority, much like I do diplomacy and privacy. If special dates are arranged, they are through me and I have zero fear. Am I making myself clear?”
Montana chuckled. “Absolutely.”
“Good. Now are we finished?” she blew a puff of smoke in his direction.
“Thank you, and almost Ms. Devereaux. What about the man Trixie went out with?”
Her eyes flashed for a split second. “I apologize. I was wrong. Trixie hadn’t been on any exclusive dates recently.”
Montana knew instinctively she was lying. “You’re certain?”
“Yes, positive.” She gave him a warming smile.
Right. And pigs fly. “You understand that we will need to have records of your clientele.”
Jade narrowed her eyes and placed her hand on top of the desk. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can and you will,” Grant interjected. “We need to question anyone who has been there recently and I’m certain you keep spreadsheets of who values the club the most.”
Montana wanted to give Grant a high-five. He could see the Mistress’ wheels turning.
She remained expressionless and never looked at anyone else but Montana. “Then I suggest you obtain a court order.”
“I will if I have to, but given you were extremely worried about one of your girls and came to me, I believe you want me to know.” Montana noticed the single twitch on her lower lip. He crowded her space. “In fact. I’ll expect the list on my desk.”
“You’ll ruin my reputation, detective,” she said through clenched teeth.
“We’ll be discrete,” Montana assured her. “We only want to solve the murders.”
After a full minute she took a step back. “Very well, but the men came to my club to simply enjoy each other’s company and have a good time. Nothing more.”
“Of course. Then they’ll have nothing to hide.” The line was drawn in the sand. They glared at each other. “Tell me about Mark Ramos.”
“There’s nothing to tell. He was a member for a short period of time. He called me personally to ask if he could see a girl outside of the club. Of course, I suggested my other services and he was intrigued. However, he wasn’t authorized as of yet. He went behind my back, as did my submissive. Therefore, I have no information other than the girl has been fired for cause.”
Montana almost burst into laughter. Perhaps the good Mistress was an HR expert.
She eased into her seat and turned toward her computer.
The dismiss was clear. He leaned over her desk. “You should be terrified. Whoever is doing this isn’t finished yet. If you know anything else, I suggest you come clean.”
Jade took several puffs on her cigarette as she placed the file back into her desk.
Grant took two steps closer. Montana gave him a sideways glance.
“Thank you, Ms. Devereaux. Here’s my card. Again, if you know anything or suspect any foul play, it would certainly be in your best interest to give myself or my partner a call.” Montana pulled out a card, sliding it across her desk. He wasn’t surprised she ignored the offering. “I’ll be expecting the list by the end of the business day.” He motioned for Grant and walked out of her office, placing his finger over his mouth.
Grant mumbled under his breath as they walked past the receptionist and out the double doors. “Okay, what the fuck was that?”
“She knows something.” He noticed the receptionist immediately clamored away from his desk and toward Jade’s office.
“Are you saying she’s terrified?”
