CHAPTER SIX
Celeste was a woman's name, but it had been a man who had done the most damage to Ginny Monet. There wasn't much doubt about that. And to find the man, Wiley knew he would have to find Celeste.
From an underground newspaper, he got a list of gay bars. They broke down into male, female, and mixed. He broke the females into regions, and spent the rest of the afternoon sipping drinks and being stared at by bulls and winked at by femmes who wanted to see his ass kicked by their bulls. Most of them looked like they could do it.
And then he hit LaBelle's.
She was wearing sky-blue hot pants that crawled up into the crack of her cunt and a thin halter that barely contained the biggest pair of t**s Wiley'd ever seen. She looked at him as if he had just crawled out from under the joh
