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room, and, after a quick scan, knew I wasn’t ready for anything Jillie had to say, nor was there anything I could find that told me what had happened.  I’d read it later.  Much later.
    Ashley , it started, by the time you read this I hope you and your mother have reconciled.... 
    “Come in,” Butch said when he opened the door.  “Randi’s in the back, I’ll get her.”
    Randi managed the VixSin and she and Butch often went out with Jillie and Kevin.  I was glad I could talk to both of them, it would save me some time.
    “Ash.  Baby.  It must have been so awful.”  Randi threw her arms around me in a fierce hug.  “I was hoping we were going to see you before the funeral.  Do you know when that will be?”
    I waited until I could breathe, before answering. “No, her attorney is taking care of the arrangements.” 
    “Harold?  He must be devastated.  He loved her so much and she couldn’t love him back.”
    “Harold Severenson?  Her lawyer?  I thought Kevin was the man in her life.”
    “Oh he is...was, the last year or so, but I bet there was some jealousy there.  Kev wanted her to find a new attorney, and she refused.”
    Kevin was jealous?  Would he have...?  Of course not.  I couldn’t be that wrong about someone.
    “I more or less agreed to work with the police to find out who killed Jillie.  Of course, they’ll be along to ask you the same questions again.  Do you mind telling me?   Was there anyone at the club that seemed to be a threat?”
    “Just the usual victims.  Jillie worked in the back most nights and rarely came out until closing.  I’m not sure most of the freaks even knew she was there.”
    “Well, that’s not exactly true,” Butch chimed in, walking up and placing his arm around Randi.  “There were a few of the actors from Trixie’s group hanging around lately.  A couple of them were real winners.”
    The sarcasm was unusual.  Butch usually didn’t raise an eyebrow when it came to strange, creepy or perverted.  “Do you know who they were?”
    “No, and Kevin told me not to mess with them.  Then that actor, Duncan Delaney showed up. He insisted Jillie take care of him personally.  You know.  Serve his drinks.  Introduce him to the girls.  Real jackass.”
    I almost laughed at the way he snapped his fingers and raised his chin, placing his nose in the air as he mimicked the actor, but then I remembered why I was there.  We talked for another twenty minutes about Jillie, the club and people who were regulars and regular drop-ins.  No one popped out as suspect number one.
    I told Randi that Poppy would be coming in and looking over the books.  She looked upset, but didn’t say anything.  My half-hearted attempt to determine why failed.  She didn’t give me anything to work with and it could just be she saw Poppy as an outsider.
    It was time to go to the house, take out my frustrations with a workout in the pool.  Try to clear my head and make sense of what I was hearing.
    * * * *
    Two cars sat in the driveway of Jillie’s house.  One I recognized immediately.  Poppy.  I should have been surprised, but nothing about Poppy surprised me anymore.  She was sitting in the front seat of the second car, talking to the driver.  Detective Braden. Apparently the interviews at Trixie’s place were over for the day.
    Poppy hopped out of the car as I pulled in beside them, and ran to my driver side window.  “I thought you’d never get here, this guy has been making me crazy.  Tell him I was supposed to meet you here.”
    Braden stood in the doorway of his car, watching.  He wore the same superior smirk he’d had on yesterday, and it was just as irritating as when I’d had to deal with him in the main house. 
    I walked up to Braden.  “So are you going to let me in or do I have to call DeMarco for you? I’ve already talked to him and he gave me the okay to stay here.”
    “He told me, but he didn’t say anything about your