THEY PULLED UP OUTSIDE Eloise’s house to find it had been blocked off with yellow police tape. But they'd expected that and didn’t stop or try to enter. Vanessa drove past the house slowly, hoping they didn’t look out of place as lookie-lou’s following a suspicious death in a quiet neighborhood.
“Stop here, just for a second. Let me look at the window.”
Emma Jane’s voice was sharp and excited and Vanessa did as she was told.
“Okay, go now, turn left,” Emma Jane spit out orders, and Vanessa kept up as best she could with the rapid array of left and rights, until they stopped at a little club in the Tenderloin.
“Here?” Vanessa asked, in disbelief. “Vertigo?”
The place they’d stopped was a relatively popular nightclub in the Tenderloin district of the city, known for great late-night dan
