“The receipt fromAfter Nine.”
“After Nine?” Lamar ran down the list until he hit on it. “That’s that demon whore house downtown, right?”
Genov laughed. “Pretty sure they preferparanormal social clubtodemon whore houseand if the M.E. pegged the T.O.D. correctly, it’s from the night he died.”
“Guess where we’re going tonight?”
“Darn.” Genov sounded anything but disappointed.
In his early thirties, handsome, and recently divorced after several years in a bad marriage, Genov had a reputation of being up for anything.
I, on the other hand,Lamar thought to himself with a sigh,really need to get the stick out of my ass.
“Well, they named itAfter Ninefor a reason,” Lamar said out loud. “Won’t be open this early. We might as well take a trip out to the crime scene.”
