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partner,
Chloe Carson and I would like to ask you a few questions.” Monique prepared to
step inside the doorway.
    “About what?” Candace held her ground, closing the door
slightly, to keep them from entering.
    “About your business, your real business,” Monique eyed her
haughtily, a true feat as she stood at least eight inches below the woman
facing her. “We can come in, or give your neighbors an earful. Your choice.”
    After considering her options for a moment, Candace finally
stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
    “What about my business?” she asked warily.
    “Let me be more specific,” Monique said, choosing to sit on
the sofa, without being invited. Chloe followed suit. “We need to know
everything you know about Pepper Sweet’s last client.” Monique pulled out a
notepad, preparing to write.
    “I already told the cops everything I know,” Candace tossed
her hair back, before sitting down across from Monique and Chloe.
    “Sure you did. I want the rest of the story. Surely you keep
the client’s IP address, or a record of his previous transactions.”
    “He was a new client, Pepper was his first date. If you want
his IP address, you’ll have to ask the web company. I don’t keep those records
here.”
    “How did he pay?” Monique glanced over to the laptop, set up
on the dining room table.
    “I already told the cops, he used a prepaid debit card. Why
are you asking the same questions? I really don’t have time for this.” Candace
started to stand.
    “Sure you do. Unlike the cops, we don’t care that you’re
running a whorehouse from this cute little two bedroom. We’ve got the time, and
the resources, to gather every bit of incriminating information available on
your ‘Escort Service’. For example, we know that only the deposit is made via
debit or credit card. The balance is handled via iGold, a supposedly
untraceable online currency.” Turning to Chloe, Monique grinned. “It still
amuses me that people really believe that. Untraceable! Right!” she laughed.  
    Chloe nodded, laughing lightly.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Candace protested.
“I’ve never heard of iGold!”
    “Wow, then I suppose the two Cayman accounts we found don’t
really belong to you. A shame, really. All of that lovely money, turned over to
the IRS. We’ll probably get a reward for finding it.”
    Candace narrowed her eyes, all semblance of innocence gone.
    “What do you want?”
    “I told you, we want information. Give us everything you
have on Pepper’s last client, and we forget everything we know about your
business.” Monique stared her dead in the eyes. “We have no problem with free
enterprise, to each his own. But we will find the man who murdered Pepper, and
you will help us.”
    “You can begin by showing us the transactions. Is that the
laptop you use for business?” Chloe asked, nodding toward the dining table.
    “Yes,” Candace answered, tightly.
    “Bring up your iGold account, give us the account number of
the man who paid for Pepper.”
    Within minutes, Monique and Chloe had everything Anna needed
to begin tracing the client, including his IP address, which Candace had stored
on her computer.
    “Thanks for your help, Candace,” Monique told her as they
were leaving.
    “You didn’t exactly give me a choice,” Candace grumbled.
“Now what?”
    “Now nothing. Your life goes on as usual. Though I would
check into a better home security system. Anyone can waltz in here. And it’s
not like you can’t afford it,” Monique winked as she and Chloe made their exit.
    “That was easier that I thought it would be,” Chloe grinned,
after Candace had slammed the door behind them.
    “Piece of cake. Most enterprising people are happy to trade
information, assuming they can keep their business intact.”
    “But why didn’t Anna just tap into her computer, get
everything we just did, but without her knowing it?”
    “Anna had no way of knowing which iGold