11
I sat up in the strip club booth, stunned by Mrs. Janowski’s revelation. “Why would she waive legal counsel?”
Mrs. Janowski frowned. “Something bad happened all those years ago. I don’t know what, but we intend to find out. Ida needs our help whether she wants it or not.”
“What’s your plan?” I asked.
“That’s another snag. All of our leads are dead. The only people alive who knew Wade are Hank and Ida.”
“It’s not right.” Sylvia slapped the table. “Ida won’t talk, and Hank is spouting lies.”
“He wouldn’t lie!” Mac snapped. “He’s a straight shooter.”
“Ida wouldn’t hurt a fly. She’s as docile as a mouse,” Edna said, finally getting in on the conversation. But docile wasn’t quite Ida.
“With her waspish tongue?” Mac raised his brows. “She’s half-drunk all day long.”
“But she doesn’t
