Deadly Disco in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

the right women. They take off when they find out I can’t access all the money in my trust fund.”
    David gave him a long look, and I tried to smile encouragingly at Ian. “I’m sure you’ll find someone nice soon.”
    “Vegas attracts partiers,” said David flatly. “Those kind of women might not suit Ian, but they suited Josh.”
    I nodded, focusing on our investigation again. “So, Josh hopped around from one girl to another. Mostly tourists, I guess?”
    “A lot of tourists,” said David. “The occasional local.”
    “And Chloe was a local?”
    David nodded. “She was a stripper over at the Peacock Bar. They actually met at a grocery store, and I think they got along well.”
    “Did Chloe know about Josh’s extra affairs?”
    “I think so,” said David. “I don’t think she cared too much. She knew what she was getting into.”
    Ian said, “And she was a stripper. So technically, Josh was kind of sharing a bit of her.”
    David shrugged. “Depends how you look at it. Chloe wasn’t sleeping with her clients.”
    “What about the assistant?” I said. “Amelia?”
    David sighed. “She worked for both of us, and we had to let her go after David’s death. She found his body, you know. Said she was too spooked to work in here anymore.”
    “It must be tough for her,” said Ian. “If I found a dead body in the hallway of my building, I wouldn’t want to live in my apartment anymore.”
    I looked at Ian and frowned. I liked living down the hall from Ian and Snowflake, and I hoped he never did find a dead body in the hallway. Note to self: if you ever see a dead body in the hallway, hide it before Ian finds it.
    “I understand how Amelia feels,” said David. “But now I have to look for a new assistant, and it’s not easy finding someone good. And so on top of Josh’s work, I need to do her work. It’s not easy.”
    “I heard Amelia was a good assistant,” I said.
    David nodded. “She’s the best. Really efficient, really hard-working.”
    “Where’d she go after she quit?”
    David said, “Josh and I own a restaurant off-Strip. The Thai Lantern. It’s Thai fusion food, and the hostess quit a few weeks back. We’d hired a waitress temporarily, but now Amelia’s there. She’s a great hostess and it pays more than her assistant job, so I hope she stays on.”
    “How did she get along with Josh?” asked Ian.
    “She got along well with everyone here. Very friendly person, very professional. So glad she lives in Vegas.”
    “Why does she live in Vegas?” I asked, curious. Nobody ever moved to Vegas for good. There were a handful of locals, and Vegas was like any other small town in America that way—it was a place you left, not a place you moved to.
    David said, “She came out to Vegas to vacation with her girlfriends, and she used to be an assistant back East. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend and was looking for a change. We were hiring, she interviewed, and then she stayed on here. I think she’s been working for us three years now.”
    I nodded. She was probably just transitioning, the way some people do when they live in Vegas for a few years, get whatever they wanted to do out of their systems, and then move back to a family-friendly suburb and raise their kids and act like an adult.
    “Did she like living in Vegas?” I asked. “Was she much of a partier?”
    “I don’t think so,” said David. “She worked nights, like the rest of us, but she usually started at six and left at three, before the club closed up. I think she was like me, preferring to stay home on her days off.”
    “And what about Josh’s relationship with her?” I said. “Did they ever get together?”
    David shook his head. “I don’t think so. Josh used to say, ‘I don’t shit where I eat,’ if you’ll excuse the adolescent expression. He’s never slept with anyone who’s worked for us, as far as I know. Not a waitress, bartender, accountant or assistant.”
    “There’s always