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be brought to this room, which I figured had been Rudy’s office. Officer Washington had been waiting for us there.
    “What else happened while you were in there? They want you two to give them a free sample?” Washington was young enough to look faintly self-conscious.
    “They seemed more interested in each other,” I said carefully.
    The policeman glanced at our linked hands and didn’t comment. “So they were both alive and well when you left the room?”
    “Yes, sir,” I said. “In fact, they wanted us to hustle out of there because they were about to talk to someone else, had a guy coming in from out of town, they said.”
    “That right? Did they say anything else about this man? Vampire or human?”
    “No,” Pam said, opening her mouth for the first time. “They were just anxious for us to leave so they could get ready.”
    “Get ready? How?”
    We shrugged simultaneously. “They wouldn’t hardly tell
us
,” I said.
    “Okay, okay.” Officer Washington snapped his notepad shut and stowed away his pencil. “Ladies, good night to you. You can go pick up your personal items.”
    But we didn’t have any. Pam only had the car keys in her pants pocket and her white trench coat. We had nothing we could have brought costumes in. Would Officer Washington or Windbreaker Guy wonder about that?
    Now that the big room was empty, it looked even more depressing. Only a litter of tissues and cigarette butts showed that the women had been here at all. That, and the big bag the vamp stripper had carried, sitting on the chair that was draped with Pam’s white coat and my jacket. Windbreaker Guy was staring at the bag. Without hesitation, Pam strode across the floor in those incredible shoes and scooped it up by the shoulder strap.
    “Come on, Butterscotch,” she told me, “We need to hit the road.” Her voice had no trace of the faint English accent I was used to.
    And just like that, we left Blonde, doing our stripper walks all the way out to Pam’s car.
    Mohawk was leaning against the driver’s door.
    He smiled at us as we approached. His smile was not dim or goofy or naïve.
    “Thanks for giving me the opening, ladies,” he said, and there was nothing slow in his speech, either. “I’ve been waiting a year to have them down long enough for me to finish them off.”
    If Pam was as shocked as I was, she didn’t show it. “You’re welcome,” she said. “I take it you’re not going to tell the police anything about us?”
    “What’s to tell?” He looked up at the night sky. “Two strippers wanted to tell the boss and his buddy something before they tried out. I’m sure you explained that. When you went on stage, that asshole Michael and his buddy Rudy were alive and kicking. I made sure the cops knew that. I’m betting you also told them something about Michael mentioning he was expecting someone else or expecting trouble.”
    Pam nodded.
    “And stupid, slow me, I was cleaning the toilet, like my boss Michael had told me to do. No one was more surprised than me when I went in the office later and found Rudy dead and Michael flaking away.” Mohawk rolled his eyes theatrically. “I must have just missed the killer.” He grinned. “By the way, I threw the gun in the ravine back there, right down into the kudzu, before I called the local law. The skinny blond vamp did the same thing with your blouse—Sugar.”
    “Right,” Pam said.
    “So off you go, ladies! Have a nice night!”
    After a moment of silence, we got in the car. Mohawk watched us as we drove away.
    “How long do you think he’ll last?” I asked Pam.
    “Russell has a reputation for acuity. If Mohawk is a good club manager, he’ll get away with killing Michael, for a while. If he doesn’t earn money, Russell will make sure he doesn’t last. And Russell won’t forget that Mohawk is patient and wily, and willing to wait for someone else to do the dirty work.”
    We drove for a few minutes. I was anxious to get back to my room