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call me, then maybe the dead guy wasn’t the one who tried to call me after all,” I said.
    Dangerfield nodded. “That’s true. Just because the dead guy had your number doesn’t mean he tried to call. It could have been this guy tonight. Whoever he is.”
    The waitress walked by again and I waved my hand in her direction. “Excuse me, ma’am. What did the guy who gave you this look like?”
    She looked confused. “I didn’t really pay attention. He had brown hair. Medium height.”
    That sounded like the guy who had been watching me from the corner of the room. But then again it could have been a lot of guys. It was too much of a coincidence though that she said the man had been standing in that exact corner.
    This development had left me even more confused. If the man wanted to talk with me, then why hadn’t he approached me at the bar? I supposed it could have been because I was with Dangerfield. What did he want with me? And did it have something to do with the murder?
    As if he had read my mind, Dangerfield asked, “Do you think this has anything to do with the dead man?”
    I stuffed the paper back into the envelope. “It seems likely. What are the odds two men would try to call me on the same day?”
    Dangerfield laughed. I knew right away that I had worded what I’d said wrong.
    I frowned. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t have dates. Don’t laugh at me. I didn’t mean men as in romantically.”
    Dangerfield tried to stop laughing. “No, you’re right. Maybe this guy is an admirer.”
    “Like a secret admirer?” I asked.
    “Yes, exactly,” Dangerfield said.
    I waved off his comment. “I doubt that.”
    “Don’t be so sure. It wouldn’t be unheard of. You’re a beautiful woman.” Dangerfield looked me right in the eyes, not taking his gaze off mine. “I can see why any man would fall head over heels for you.”
    Dangerfield must have sensed my uneasiness at his comment, because he asked, “Are you ready to go?”
    “I suppose.” I grabbed my bag and joined Dangerfield.
    After I stood, Dangerfield placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the crowd. I hoped that creepy guy wasn’t waiting outside for me. He had probably moved on to his next victim.
    Dangerfield and I stepped out into the night air. I looked to my left and right, but didn’t see the strange man. “Are you looking for him?” Dangerfield asked.
    I shook my head. “No, just checking the surroundings.”
    Thank goodness the guy wasn’t outside waiting for me. The walk to the jazz club was a short one. It was actually headed back in the direction of my apartment. At least I wouldn’t have as far to walk home alone when we left the club.
    “You know, since we both got calls, I’m thinking we should work together to solve this case,” Dangerfield said.
    “You think us working together would be a good idea?” I asked.
    “The man called us both. Plus, I’m charming to work with.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    I blew out a deep breath. Dangerfield was right. I couldn’t deny that something strange had happened.
    “Okay, maybe,” I said.
    “I’ll accept that.” Dangerfield winked.

Chapter 5
     
    We walked the short distance to Royal Street and arrived at Jack’s Jazz Club. It looked a lot different than it had just last night. Everything seemed business as usual. Had everyone forgotten that a murder had occurred just outside the back door? Did they not care? Most people might not even know. Tourists who were unaware of the potential danger. Was there danger? Had it been a random event? Considering Dangerfield and I had both received calls I didn’t think it was a random crime.
    People strode out the door. After waiting for the area to clear, Dangerfield held the door open for me and I stepped inside the dark bar. The saxophone, piano, trumpet and bass all blended together in perfect harmony. Dim lights highlighted the stage. Tables and chairs dotted the floor with exposed bricks on the