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Dolly Parton probably doesn't have depression stress.
    "My waist is too..." I held my hands away from the area in question. "While hers is..." I closed the gap between my hands, illustrating the point.
    "Oh, that." He dismissed the concern with a flip of his hand. "I've got a cincher that will make it as teeny as Scarlett O'Hara's. Just say the word."
    What was there to think about? What choice did I have? "Let's do it."
    "I have most of what we need in my car. You'll have the rest in your closet." He hurried out and I began peeling off the dead man's slacks.
    Half an hour later, I could not find myself beneath the make-up and wig. The cincher made my waist the promised seventeen inches, but cut off my breath forcing us to settle for Scarlett's sister's waist size.
    Apollo stepped back, admiring his handwork. I glanced in the mirror. The fake eyelashes felt like butterflies perched on my eyelids. Probably flew out of my stomach .
    Apollo grinned. "Lordy, I've outdone myself."
    "You're a genius." I agreed. "I never realized I looked this much like Dolly Parton."
    "Hmm." Apollo was still studying me, his heavy eyebrows bunched. He gnawed a fingernail. "Something's missing."
    I glanced at my reflection again. "I have more colors than a rainbow. What could be missing?"
    "Oh, silly me." Apollo snapped his fingers. "An Adam's apple."
    "I have to have an Adam's apple?"
    "No." He removed his scarf. "We need to hide the fact you don't have one."
    "Oh."
    He wound the scarf loosely about my neck, then checked his own appearance. "I need something too... ah, yes, this will do."
    He plucked the deadman's tie from Ken's shoulder and held it up to his chest. It was gold with flashes of blue like fireworks star bursts. Pleased, he plopped it around his neck, leaving the knot to gape at his collar bone. Then he glanced at me again. "Now, there's just one more itsy bitsy thing. Do you suppose you can manage to sound more like the Diva of Twang?"
    I considered that, dredging memories of Dolly singing and speaking voices from my mental storage bank and tried, "How about this, ya'all?"
    Apollo made the sign of the cross. He's not Catholic.
    "I don't suppose you want me to try singing like her?"
    "God, no." He shuddered. "Don't sing. And stop worrying. It's not like you'll be performing at the club, just night clubbing."
    Night clubbing. As though I'd been grabbed from behind by a mugger the smile left my face, leaving only a belly full of fear. The Black Boutonniere Killer chose his victims from among those who partied at clubs like Jaded Edge. What might I be dragging Apollo into? I caught his wrist. "Promise you won't leave my side... even for a minute."
    "Even to go to the men's room?"
    "Promise."
    "Okay, okay. I promise not to leave your side. I'll only go to the men's room when you have to pee, too." He laughed, his mood light, jubilant. "Can't wait to see you use a urinal."
    "On second thought, you can't come."
    "What?" The smile fled Apollo's face. "Just because we'll be in a men's room together? You can't be serious."
    "I am." I had the sudden fear that my need for a pal on this adventure might very well put Apollo in real danger... from a serial killer. Maybe I was being foolish, but I would not risk my BFF's life.
    "Really Nancy, I thought I was your Helen Corning, your George Fayne and Bess Marvin..."
    Nancy Drew's sidekicks . I rolled my eyes. Not easy with the double faux lashes. "Normally you are. Just not tonight."
    "Why not tonight of all nights?"
    "If I tell you that I'll have to kill you." If you come with me, you could end up the next victim of the Black Boutonniere Killer . I couldn't tell him that, and I wouldn't put him in jeopardy. "Promise me you'll go home and stay there. Promise."
    He didn't like it, but he nodded with a drama queen sigh. "Only if you promise to text constant updates."
    "Deal." Relief swept through me, followed by an eerie sense that despite my precautions something awful was going to happen