Chapter 42

He winked. I melted. My liver harrumphed. “Hey, Ray,” I said with a quick kiss and a slug of my scotch. “Bananarama tonight. ‘Venus.’ For the second set, Blondie’s ‘Atomic.’”

He smiled. “Unique choices.”

I shrugged. “Drag queens do not live by Britney alone.”

“Sacrilege.” He chuckled as he clutched his pearls. I popped a boner. Damn. “What are you doing after work?”

Breaking up with you? Getting fucked by you? Do I pick what’s in the box or behind Curtain Number One?“I’ll meet you back here after work.” And then we’ll see what happens. I’m betting on the box, though. Ray has one mighty fine box, after all.

I turned and headed for the back. My drag face was already on, as was my wig, as was the hidden cam. As always, I was pulling double duty when I was at the club. My stint with both jobs would soon be over with. I’d move on to another case. But what would I do about Mary? What would I do about Jeff and Ray? I seemed to be racking up questions, but, alas, not too many answers.