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pouted. “Well, do you have the number for her friend? You know, the super pretty one she always hung out with? I forget her name, but we partied together a couple times. Since I’m in town I totally want to connect with someone local, you know? Go out to the good spots.” Tasha kept her smile in place.
    “Jennie? Yeah, I have her number. Let me get my phone.”
    The girl wandered away, leaving the door open. Tasha stuck her head in and looked around. It was a good-sized place with nice furnishings. Nothing too classy, but the pieces were clearly real wood rather than pasteboard. It wasn’t the place a seriously successful escort would live, but Sandra had been working for a service, meaning she wasn’t quite at the level of having a private client list and therefore keeping all her profits.
    The girl came back, phone in hand. Tasha took her own phone out of her purse and typed in the phone number.
    “If Jennie isn’t around maybe we could go out?” Tasha smiled, biting her lip as if she were nervous about asking.
    “I’m working tonight, but if you come by the club I’ll put your name on the list. I’m Jacki, just tell them you’re with me.” Jacki reached over and grabbed a card off the entry table. “I work at the club at Caesar’s.”
    “Pure, right?” Tasha said. “That’s so cool. I’ve heard it’s a sick scene.”
    “It can get intense. I’ll hook you up.”
    “Thank you so much. I’m gonna call Jennie, and then I’m totally going to see you tonight.”
    Tasha hugged Jacki, taking advantage of the instant friendship girls were able to create, then with more promises of seeing her later, Tasha walked away.
    Marco remained pressed to the wall until the door closed. Tasha held up her hand, motioning for him to wait for thirty seconds before he joined her by the stairs.
    “Chicago or Boston?” he said as they made their way to the car.
    “An interesting coincidence, don’t you think?”
    “The situation was bad, but it feels like it’s getting worse.”
    They got into the car and Tasha pulled up her phone. She plugged the number Jacki had given her into a tracer program and got a name and address.
    “Guinevere Mallory. She lives not far from here,” Tasha reported.
    “Guinevere? Jennie?”
    “If my name were Guinevere I’d use a nickname too.”
    “And you think she’s the one who took the video?”
    “Whoever Guinevere/Jennie is, she’s important enough to Sandra that she was the first person Sandra’s former roommate thought of when I asked for her friend.”
    Tasha tapped in the address and started the car.
     
     
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    Chapter Four
     
    Tasha drove past the address she’d gotten for Jennie. A block later, she pulled into the parking lot of a liquor store.
    “Was that it?” Marco asked. “It didn’t look like an apartment.”
    “It wasn’t.” Tasha checked her phone again. “It’s a fetish club.”
    Marco’s eyebrows rose. “It’s a what?”
    “I thought maybe the club was on the first floor of a condo building, but clearly there’s no living space above. That means she gave her work address when she got the phone.”
    “So the first girl is an escort and this one is a…stripper?”
    “More likely she’s a fetish model, but there’s only one way to find out.”
    Tasha got out, grabbed their bags from the trunk and threw them into the backseat.
    “What are you doing?” Marco asked, twisting to watch as she climbed in with the bags and unzipped her suitcase.
    “What else do you have to wear?”
    Marco looked down at his slacks and polo. “Pants, shirts.”
    Tasha rolled her eyes. “That’s descriptive.”
    “What are you looking for?”
    Tasha took out a pair of designer leggings. They had panels of leather on the inner thigh and outer calf. Bracing her shoulders on the backseat, she unfastened her jeans and wiggled out of them.
    Marco whipped around to face front.
    “You seem like the kind of guy who would look.” Tasha kicked her pants and