My mind freeze-frames. Billy is dead. He died last Sunday suddenly and dramatically in a lap-dance booth. It’s all I can think of, the absolute horror of it, of how I would feel if it happened to me. Poor Amy.
A distraction arrives when Lil Wayne’s Got Money comes on. The DJ must be Guillermo. Only Guillermo plays rap music all night long. Only Guillermo knows Lil Wayne. I succumb to a wave of nervous apprehension but quickly shove it away. He doesn’t even know I am here.
Got MoneyBesides, I need to focus. If I am going to find out who killed Billy, I need to keep a low profile. Avoid drawing attention. Behave as I would on any other night. First up, I primp my hair. I’m a natural blonde but I dye my hair anyway. I keep my hair short and put in mermaid extensions for work. My makeup sits
