We migrated to the living room where we hashed out everything we knew. We both thought that the club should be the center of our focus, but we differed on the most likely candidate. Matt insisted that Digger was involved, but that was his prejudice talking. I thought we needed to talk to the girls in depth because who knew Kayla better than her coworkers? Besides, with the way she was blackmailing some of them, more than one stripper had a reason for wanting to do her harm. Then, of course, there was the drug dealer. He had my money for being the one who’d taken Kayla and killed the other woman. From Kayla’s description of him, he sounded like the most ruthless of the bunch. If it was him, he wanted his coke back. Where the fuck we’d find that, I didn’t know. I mean, if Kayla hadn’t blown through it all. It must be somewhere in her house, but wouldn’t the cops have found it? Not if she hadn’t wanted it to be found. I started when the doorbell rang, but I got up to let Martinez in. To my dismay, Daily trailed behind him.
“Where is this alleged email,” she barked, doing away with pleasantries. It was clear from the expression on her face that she thought I was making it up. That, or she’d heard about Martinez’s date and wasn’t pleased about it. The way she was glaring at me, I’d bet on the latter.
“This way,” Matt said, starting towards his room.
“You stay here,” Daily snarled at me as she trotted after Matt. I caught Martinez by the arm before he could follow.
“How are you?” I asked, keeping my voice low. He looked about ten years older than he had a mere hour ago, so I assumed it hadn’t gone well.
“Not well,” Martinez said honestly, trying to smile. “She was the only child of two elderly people whose lives centered around her. The mother had to be sedated.” I winced in sympathy, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.