Chapter 12

“She’s incredible,” said Ray from behind the bar.

I nodded and turned back his way. “So why does she only perform twice a week?”

“The way I hear it, her old man only lets her out those two nights.” He smirked. “Emphasis on the old.”

“You ever meet this old man?”

He shook his head. “Never been in here. Weird, too, because she goes on and on about him. How kind he is, how generous, sexy for his age.”

“How old is he?”

He poured me a third scotch. I took it but dumped it when he wasn’t looking. When on a case, it’s important to keep your wits about you. Two scotches and I was, um, witty, but three was definitely one too many.

“Eighty, or so I hear it,” he replied.

I laughed. I knew Arthur could hear all this through the spy cam that was hidden in my wig. Served the asshole right. “And why would Lucy be with an eighty-year-old man?”

Ray shrugged. “Takes all kinds. Why are you in a dress and heels?”