I tasted that for a few seconds. “Did Beth have any regulars? Anyone acting strange who came in that night?” She studied me down the end of her nose. “Police asked the same question. Beth was popular. Everyone loves a redhead. A couple of the regulars set off our radar. One of them, he looked like he was auditioning for West Side Story.” My heartbeat tumbled, skipped a beat, came back twice as strong. “Was his name Ed Godo?” “Don’t know his name. Short guy, midtwenties, greased-back black hair, leather jacket even when it was hot as the devil’s crack. Drank cola and popped Anacin like it was
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