"Do you mind if we take a look around the apartment?” I asked.
"Sure. No problem.” A quizzical look tensed her brow. "Do you think she could have been abducted from here?”
"Do you ever bring clients back to the apartment?”
She shook her head emphatically. "No. No clients here. That would be weird. We like to separate our professional and private lives.”
"Do you currently have a regular boyfriend?"
The question made her a little uneasy. "Sort of.”
"Does he know about your line of work?”
"We’re getting to that point, I think. But no. I haven't told him yet. Why?"
"Just curious.”
Bebe stepped aside and motioned us into the apartment.
The Delphine was a nice, upscale midrise, popular with young professionals. The unit was typical with gray hardwood floors,modern furniture, and coastal accents. Pastel seascapes hung on the wall. There was a 10-speed bike on the balcony, along with a barbecue grill and a few plastic lounge chairs. The unit had a split design with bedrooms on either side of the living room. A large flatscreen display sat atop the entertainment center in the living room.
Bebe showed us to Kendall's bedroom. She opened the door, and we stepped in and looked around. It was tidy with a few articles of clothing strewn on the floor. There was a laptop on a desk. A closet full of clothes and a roller case. In the bathroom, makeup and toiletries were scattered about.
Just as Bebe had said, it didn't look like Kendall had gone anywhere for the weekend.
On the dresser was a photo of Bebe with a striking blonde. They were both dolled up, wearing skimpy cocktail dresses. With drinks in hand, it looked like they were out on the town. I picked it up and took a closer look. “Is this Kendall?”
Bebe nodded. “We got so wasted that night.”
I studied the image. Kendall was a heartbreaker, alright—tawny eyes, tan skin, long legs, all the right curves.
I set the picture down, then took a seat at the desk. I tapped a key on the laptop, and the security screen flashed. "You know her password?"
Bebe shook her head.
I tried several common passphrases, but nothing worked.
“How do you normally get your bookings?”
"Mostly through social media. We both have websites, and sometimes clients contact us from the email address listed. We also haveFor the Fanssites, and a lot of the requests come through there."
"I would think with the kind of money you could make online, you wouldn’t need to do in-person services," I said.
Bebe frowned. "Some of those girls are making $1 million a month. Some of them more. But those are outliers. I guess it takes time to build up a large following. Right now, that’s not paying the bills. I'm just going on dates. The guys pay for everything, take me to exotic locations, and if the mood hits me, they get lucky. I can't really see how that's different than a normal relationship, except everybody knows the score. It’s a little more honest.”
"How often does the mood hit you?" JD asked.
She gave him a flat look.
"I can’t imagine you’d have a lot of repeat business if expectations weren’t met."
"Honey, I meet all expectations,” she said in a sassy voice. “Let's just say I can make myself get in the mood whenever I need to.” She looked at Jack with sultry eyes.
"I bet you can."
"You mind if I take the laptop and have our computer guys look at it?” I asked. “Maybe we can find some communication from Kendall’s last client.”
Bebe hesitated. Her face tensed, and she bit her lip. "What if Kendall’s not missing? What if she really did just go away forthe weekend? I don't want to violate her privacy or anything like that.”
