Alex
“You know something?”said Zeke. He looked up from the book he was reading.
“What?” I said.
“Shame you aren’t married,” said Zeke before he looked down again.
“Zeke, what are you talking about?”
It had been a week since the interview at the police station. And two days since Lola and I had gone to bed together. Since that day, I’d been feeling increasingly grim. But I showed up to the office each day, and Zeke and I went through everything. City licensing laws, all our documentation. Looking for something that could saveThe Blue Orchid. Something that could prove my innocence.
“Well, you know Frances DeVerge?”
“Sure,” I frowned. “Fancy lady. Lives on Park Avenue. Runs that awful bar downtown, what’s it called?Da Terro’s?
“D’Amigo’s,” Zeke said, correcting me. “Anyhow. You know
