Chapter 23

While waving the joint at me, she said, “You’re here to talk about that murder in one of my buildings, aren’t you?”

I nodded, knowing she had owned a dozen properties throughout the city, always in real estate, which just happened to be the means of her income since she had probably spent her demised husbands’ life insurance policies.

“I’d rather talk about your sex with the football player, if you don’t mind.”

“We could talk about the gym owner I’m diddling instead.”

She giggled. “I love beefy men. They have such tiny cocks sometimes, though. Does your gym owner have a tiny cock, Sweetheart?”

“On the contrary,” I said. “And he knows how to use it. But redheads usually do.”

She lit up with interest and asked, “The gym owner is a redhead?”

“From head to toe.”