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Tad knocked at the fifth apartment. In their first four attempts, they only found one girl home, and she’d never heard of Juno, or knew anything about some crazy redheaded man.
“I just started working at the place a couple of weeks ago.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t remember any girl named Trish.”
At the fifth apartment, they found another dancer at home. The lush brunette was wearing a pretty red silk gown, her robe thrown over her shoulders. She obviously wasn’t planning for company. At least not the kind that was knocking at her door.
“You’re Debbie?” a detective asked.
She looked at the three men carefully, even as the two detectives flashed their badges.
“You must be from the Blue Lady,” she said. She opened the door and allowed them inside.
“That’s where we got your na
