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elsewhere and his body driven here. Then the killer had to get the body from the car, over the bike path and across one hundred metres of grass. Frank was a big guy so it had to be someone strong. Or maybe a couple of people. I looked around on the ground for some clues—perhaps the murderer had dropped his business card. I wasn’t that lucky.
     

Chapter Five
    The Red looked better at night. Low lighting made the poles gleam and hid the stains on the carpet. It was six pm and the place was empty, waiting for the night ahead.
    I walked up to the bar, my backpack bulging with clothes, shoes and makeup. A plump blond girl with enormous tits was polishing glasses.
    ‘Hi.’ I tried desperately to look her in the eye. ‘My name’s Vivien, it’s my first night.’
    ‘Hi, Viv, I’m Emma.’ She was English and sounded like a Spice Girl. ‘I’ll get Jimmy for you shall I?’ She talked into a phone behind the bar and Jim popped out of his unmarked door and called me over.
    ‘Hey, Vivien, follow me and I’ll take you to the girls’ room.’
    The girls’ room was behind the ‘staff only’ door.
    Jim knocked briefly and barged in without waiting for a reply.
    The room was long and narrow and a mirror with light bulbs took up most of the far wall. On either side of the mirror battered lockers were covered in sparkly stickers and names like Cleo and Misty. The floor was cracked grey lino and the walls were dirty off-white.
    So much for the glamorous world of table dancing—it wasn’t so different from the change room at the Shaft.
    To my right a door opened onto a small bathroom and the left side of the room looked like it joined onto the backstage area. Six girls were in front of the mirror getting ready.
    ‘Everybody, this is Vivien. It’s her first night so I want you to make her feel welcome, show her around the place.’ Jim handed me a locker key. ‘When you’re ready and had a look around come see me in my office, OK?’
    I’d done my hair and makeup at home so I quickly got changed into my favourite outfit. It was a doozey: red latex hotpants with a matching low-cut sleeveless top. The top zipped down the front and the shorts had Velcro at the sides. I wore a sparkly black bra and matching G-string with plastic clips for easy removal.
    I could tell the girls were surreptitiously watching me so I sucked in my stomach while I changed. I wasn’t offended because I’d done it myself. You always checked out the new girl, comparing yourself and sizing up the competition.
    I put my boots on. They were my pièce de résistance, thigh high with a platform and spike heel and made out of shiny black latex. Men went crazy for them, turned into slobbering idiots. They’d cost a mint, but had paid for themselves many times over.
    A tall girl with straight, shoulder-length blond hair and violet eyes approached me. She wore a figure-hugging long white dress cut to the hip on both sides.
    The white bikini underneath barely contained her impressive assets. I wondered if they were real.
    ‘Hi, Vivien,’ she said. ‘I’m Aurora. I love your boots.’
    ‘Thanks, Kitty’s Fetish Wear, four hundred bucks.’
    I finished zipping them and straightened up, shaking her hand. ‘I love your tits.’ It just slipped out.
    ‘Doctor Eng Pen Tan. Twelve thousand.’ Aurora laughed. ‘I’ll introduce you to the girls. This is Betty—’
    Betty managed a small wave. She was close to the mirror applying liquid eyeliner. She was small and pale with black hair and a turned under fringe and looked like her namesake, the famous fifties pin-up Bettie Page.
    ‘And this is Dakota, Montana, Carolina and Anais.’
    I tried not to smirk. Every second stripper you met was named after an American state. Anais slid a Cleopatra wig over her buzz cut. ‘If you had a fringe,’ she told me, ‘you’d look exactly like Xena, warrior princess. Do you have a garter?’
    ‘Oh shit, I didn’t think of that.’
    ‘Here, borrow one of mine.’