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Yuko's guests, "so what else
can I do for you?"
"Nothing much, Ma'am," the older of the two replied, ogling
openly at me even as he spoke to Yuko Ogura Devil.
"Or I guess not right now, anyway. Miss, er Ms., Bidwell here
just thought we should go over things one last time before we leave
with Miss O'Malley to make sure there was nothing left out of your
statement."
I felt the still unfamiliar stiffness of my coarse, kinky
black hair as I bent my head over the drinks, trying to listen,
even as my dark hands, with their slightly lighter palms, stirred
a pitcher full of gin and vermouth.
"Everything should be there," Yuko Ogura Devil said calmly, relaxing
in Yuko's chair.
"From what you've said, that Martin Howard must have learned
something about Molly's real father and come down here trying to
find Yuko's himself. Why he went into the Cat Cage is something of a
mystery, though."
"From what the Police said, there were Narcotics in his system
at the time of his death." The older detectives' eyes widened a
bit as I pirouetted gracefully in my high heels (it had been a
bitch learning to walk in them) and minced over to the company
balancing my tray of drinks.
His voice caught in his throat as I had to turn my back to him
and serve the female att
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