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“I’m worried about her,” Bebe said. “I haven’t seen or heard from her in a few days.”
With raven hair worthy of a shampoo commercial, lustrous blue eyes, and a figure that could give you heart palpitations, Bebe was easy to talk to. Though she could leave most men speechless.
“Could she have run off with somebody?” I asked, standing in the hallway just outside the apartment she shared with Kendall.
“I mean, yeah. That wouldn’t be unusual. But she always tells me where she’s going and who she’s with. She always checks in with me when she gets there. It’s like a buddy system.”
“When was the last time you talked to Kendall?”
“I don’t know. Thursday, maybe?”
“Did she talk to you about her plans for the weekend?”
“She said she had a date lined up for Friday night. That’s all I remember. I was out Thursday night and didn’t get back to theapartment until Saturday. I just thought it was weird. All her stuff is here—makeup, suitcase, clothes. It doesn’t look like she went anywhere,” Bebe said with worried eyes.
I exchanged a look with JD.
“Do you know who she had a date with?”
Bebe shook her head.
“So this was a new guy?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Is she seeing anybody else?”
“She’s got her regulars, but no steady boyfriend.”
"Regulars?” I asked.
Bebe cringed and gave me a sheepish look.
Her expression told me everything I needed to know. "She's a working girl?"
"That's one way of putting it."
“And the guy she went out with on Friday is a customer.”
"As far as I know.”
"What about you?"
She gave another sheepish shrug. "Just so we’re clear, we’re not like street hookers or anything.”
"Of course not.”
"We both offer a morerefinedgirlfriend experience. Dinner, drinks, a good time. Cuddling afterward. The only differenceis we don't nag or bitch.” She smiled. “We listen to all your problems and tell you how wonderful you are. And by the way, nobody's paying for sex, they’re paying for company.”
I regarded her with a high degree of skepticism.
“Sex is always at my discretion. Hell, half the guys aren’t even interested in that. They just want somebody to appreciate them."
"Relax. I'm not gonna bust you. We’re Special Crimes, not vice.”
Bebe looked a little relieved.
