Straight Silver. Darlene Scalera

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ remember Della’s name.”

      “Della Devine.” The woman smiled, her bridge work not bad. “I liked that name.”

      I smiled back. “Me, too.”

      “Police had Cindy find her file to see if there was family, friend, somebody to contact.” The woman paused. “Silver LeGrande,” she pronounced with the same surprising elegance she’d used to backhand the cat off the counter.

      I sipped my ginger ale. “Did you know Della?”

      “I knew her, but I usually work the early shift. She danced second shift. Better money.”

      “How ’bout the other girls?”

      The woman shrugged. “Sure, the late-night girls knew her. They’ll be coming in all shook up for a while, sipping something strong between sets. The ones that called in to see if we were open tonight said she was a good kid.”

      “I heard she had her problems.”

      The woman’s second shrug said, “Don’t we all?’

      “Some of the girls will be here in a couple hours. They might be able to tell you more.” I couldn’t fault the woman for clamming up. Self-preservation comes before sympathy.

      “What about them?” I looked at the girls working the poles. “They know Della?”

      “Lucy worked with her.” The bartender tipped her head toward a blonde, her breasts disproportionate to narrow hips and fireplace-poker legs. “The other girl hasn’t been here that long.”

      “Anybody else called? Been by? Family maybe?”

      “You and the cops. That’s it.”

      I finished my ginger ale and felt forlorn even with bubbles up my nose.

      “Get you something else?”

      I snapped the rubber band against my wrist. Two years ago I’d been on the cusp of being a drunk. Some people twelve-stepped their way out. I’d snapped myself sober. Today the skin above my pulse was a mean black and blue.

      “Thought I’d wait around, maybe talk to Lucy when she goes on break.”

      “I’ll send her over.” The woman walked away.

      “The girls have lockers? Some place to store their stuff in the dressing room?”

      The woman turned back to me. “There’s a few lockers. Not enough for everyone on the busy nights. The girls share.”

      “Mind if I take a look?”

      “Don’t know that you’ll find much, but go ahead. Police have already been in there, but that don’t mean squat. Strung-out stripper strangled with her own G-string. The boys downtown have probably already chalked it up to karma.”

      She was probably right. I doubted even Officer Serras with his sheet-smoothing hands would lose any sleep tonight over Della Divine.

      The back room smelled of smoke and hairspray. Three wooden tables with large rectangle mirrors were covered with makeup bottles, hairspray cans, brushes. A stained couch occupied one corner. The coffee table in front of it was littered with overflowing ashtrays. The lockers were a line of five, industrial brown and scratched. The first held an oversize man’s shirt, a black bowtie and a cowboy hat. Two whips and a dog collar hung in the second one. It was a stroll down memory lane. I didn’t even know what I was looking for. If there had been any clues, some cop in the crime lab was earning his daily wage going over them now. I opened the third locker, peered inside. It felt better than doing nothing. On a hook hung a long red wig.

      “Jane said you wanted to see me.”

      I jumped, hit my head on the door edge, and swore like a sailor. A girl slumped into a seedy-looking chair in the corner, lit a cigarette, exhaled. She crossed her bony legs, her foot swinging. She’d seen me jump like a scared rabbit. She was one up on me, and she knew it.

      “Silver LeGrande.” Emergency contact.

      “Lucy.” She didn’t give a last name. “Jane says you knew Della?”

      “We worked together at Billie’s.”

      “You dance at Billie’s?”

      “Used to.”

      “Where do you dance now?”

      “I don’t. I’m going to school.”

      “What for?”

      “I want to be an accountant.”

      The girl studied me with a half-lidded gaze. Her robe was loose, adding an untidy air about her. She was much younger up close than on the stage. She inhaled, exhaled, didn’t offer up anything.

      “How well did you know Della?” I asked her.

      “We weren’t bosom buddies.” The words were tough. So was the girl’s face. Caring cost you in a club.

      “You work the second shift?”

      “Usually. I’m pulling a double tonight, filling in for one of the regular girls who got spooked by the whole deal.”

      “What happened didn’t scare you?”

      “I got three kids to feed.” The girl inhaled hard. “The show goes on.” She tapped an ash, ground it into the worn carpet with her foot.

      “I heard she was pretty broken up about her brother’s death.”

      “First I heard about it.”

      “He was run over by a train few months back. Over near Fort Grant where he was stationed.”

      The girl dragged on her cigarette until the end burned hot orange.

      “Something like that, well, it could make a person…” I waited for Lucy to fill in the blanks. She didn’t. I tried to make it easy for her. “She was using when I knew her.”

      The girl shrugged. “I’d seen worse.”

      So had I. “You know why she came here?”

      “The ambiance.” The girl gave a tight smile, proud of herself.

      “Anybody she was seeing?”

      The girl stood and went to the washroom.

      “Maybe somebody special?”

      “Yeah, they line up at the door here to sweep us off our feet.” I heard a small hiss as she pitched her cigarette into the toilet.

      “How about any of the customers? Maybe one of the regulars? Someone who likes to get rough?”

      Lucy came back into the room, plopped herself down at a dressing table, started applying blush with force. She caught my gaze in the mirror. “I already СКАЧАТЬ