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it’s the lifestyle, but Bobby’s eyes have no problem adjusting to the light.
    “Whoa,” he says, putting an arm out to stop me. You’re the guy from last night.”
    “Nice to see you again,” I say, noting my voice sounds like I’m twelve years old again, in the shower with Joe and his piss buddies.
    Bobby says, “What the fuck’re you doing here?”
    “You mentioned the place last night, thought I’d check it out.”
    “In the middle of the morning?”
    “I wanted to get the feel of the place. Maybe come back tonight.”
    Bobby looks at the manager. “Does that make sense to you, Gary?”
    Gary says, “He came in last night. Bought a dozen lap dances from two of the girls.”
    “A dozen each?”
    “All together.”
    “Which two?”
    My eyes search the immediate area for any type of weapon I can use against this beastly man, but nothing looks remotely possible.
    “Ask him ,” Gary says.
    Bobby moves closer. He’s practically on top of me. There’s no way out of this.
    “Which two girls?” Bobby says.
    “Uh, Cameron?” I say.
    “Cameron?”
    “I might not have her name right.”
    Bobby glances at Gary. “Was Stringbean one of them?”
    He nods.
    Bobby turns back to me. So you bought a dozen lap dances from Cameron and another girl?”
    I nod.
    He says, “Which other girl?”

10.
     
    Willow and Cameron.
Friday, 1:15 p.m.
    WILLOW AND CAMERON pay no attention to the dark Lexus till it turns into Chris Fowler’s driveway.
    As the garage door opens, the girls snap to attention.
    “Wrong car!” Willow says.
    “Are you sure he was driving a Mercedes?”
    “Positive.”
    “We did a couple of lines, remember.”
    “True. And it was dark.” She frowns. “It was definitely a luxury sedan.”
    Cameron says, “I think you’re right about the Mercedes. Could they own three cars?”
    The Lexus enters the garage, and they watch the door close behind it.
    “They’re pretty rich,” Willow says. “The house has to be at least seven-fifty. And they’ve got a three-car garage. It’s possible.”
    “So Chris isn’t here?”
    “Unless she picked him up.”
    “Maybe we should just forget it,” Cameron says.
    “Are you kidding me? I’m already in deep shit with Bobby. If I don’t bring home nine hundred-sixty bucks, he’ll kill me.”
    Cameron shakes her head. “You’re so pretty. And smart. You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit.”
    “Tell Bobby, okay?”
    “He’s abusive.”
    “Ya think?”
    They’re quiet a moment.
    Willow says, “Let’s bring this thing to a head.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Follow my lead.”
    They get out of the car, walk to the front door, ring the bell.
    A woman opens the door and says, “May I help you?”
    Willow says, “You’re Kathy? Chris Fowler’s wife?”
    “Yes. How can I help you?”
    “Is Chris here?”
    She looks them over. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
    “I’m Willow Breeland, and this is Cameron Mason.”
    “And how do you know my husband?”
    Willow and Cameron exchange a look, then notice the concern in Kathy’s face.
    “I think you should leave,” Kathy says.
    She starts to close the door, but Willow wedges her foot inside the frame, pulls Bobby’s 9 millimeter from her purse and sticks it in Kathy’s face.
    Kathy says, “Oh, God!” and backs into her living room.
    Willow and Cameron follow her in, and Cameron locks the door.
    “Jesus, Willow!” Cameron says.
    “Please,” Kathy says. “Take whatever you want.”
    “You told her our names !” Cameron says.
    Willow sighs. “I know. Shit !”
    Kathy says, “We’ve got a safe in the bedroom closet.”
    “Shut up!” Willow says. “I need to think.”
    Kathy backs up to the couch and sits down. She’s shaking so hard her teeth are chattering.
    Cameron says, “Show us the safe.”
    They head back to the bedroom, but when they reach the hall, Willow says “Shhh!” and makes them stop.
    To Kathy she whispers, “Who’s back there?”
    “N-no