Chapter 13This was one coincidence Jimmy could live with.
If his two unrelated cases hadn’t already converged at Alicia House, bringing in an old case was just par for the course. His destination this busy Thursday night was a place filled with memories; he had brought a date here, he’d stopped a killer here, and he’d reunited two people who were torn apart due to miscommunication and misunderstanding. Speaking of, the name Miss Communication could have been one of the club’s stars. Jimmy walked through the doors of the fabulously named Dress-Up Club, a cabaret venue that nightly showcased drag queens in their campy, vibrant best. He was at Eighth Avenue and 19th Street, and as he stepped inside, he was met by a large man in a flowing beaded white gown. A large silver wig topped his head,
