“We’ve managed to keep the press relatively quiet.” They were still concentrating on the dead politician, and I think Jack was hoping to keep it that way. “What can you tell me about them?”
She wrinkled her nose. “They’re actually not very nice people.”
“Not nice how?”
“It’s their attitude. Not only do they treat men as dumb playthings, but they go into relationships simply to see how much they can get out of it. It’s become something of a game between them.”
I smiled a thanks at the waitress as she brought over three plates of thick banana cake, then said, “I take it you mean gifts and money?”
“But also position. They try to outdo each other when it comes to bed partners.”
“So a politician would be prized more than a shoe store owner?”
“Depends on who the politician and the shoe store owner are, but yes.” She paused, looking at me steadily for a moment. “So the murder of Gerard James was not political, as the press have been saying?”
“Nope. Bad choice of a bed partner, we think.”
She picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of banana cake, munching on it for several seconds before saying, “I know both Cherry Barnes and Alana Burns were going out with him. Can’t say I’d be sorry to see either of them dead and gone.”
I raised my eyebrows. “And here I was thinking you got along with everybody.”
She snorted softly. “In my line of work, I have to try. Doesn’t mean I always succeed. Though if Alana has been murdered, it’s odd that I didn’t see her death coming.”
“So she was a client?”
Dia nodded. “So was Cherry. Neither of them were pleasant customers, so I was thankful the others stayed away.”
“What do they come to you for?”
She shrugged. “Usual shit. Am I going to find wealth and happiness in my life, that sort of stuff.”
The waitress brought over our coffees and a small glass of Coke. A squeal of happiness erupted from the play area, and a white-headed blur was suddenly scrambling over her mother to get to the soda.
“See what you’ve done?” Dia said, shaking her head in amusement. “She’ll be hyper for hours now.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I grinned as the little girl grabbed the straw and began drinking, a look of pure bliss on her face.
“It is when I have several clients to look after this afternoon.” She shook her head. “I saw Alana two weeks ago. She seemed her normal, aggravating self then.”
I hadn’t yet read the cleanup team report, but the state of decay suggested Alana had been dead for at least a week—meaning Dia had probably seen her just before she’d died. “So you didn’t sense anything odd about her?”
“No.” She frowned. “Though with Alana, it was difficult to tell. The self-centered are often hard to read.”
“Do you know of anyone who might want to kill her?”
She smiled. “She was certainly never on Cherry’s Christmas list.”
Dia’s tone was dry, and I raised my eyebrows. “So the two of them didn’t get along?”
“Cherry was more a wannabe Trollop than an official member. I’m afraid Alana delighted in proving to Cherry that she would never be one of them, simply because she wasn’t good enough to keep her men.”
“Meaning Alana deliberately seduced Gerard James just to prove a point to Cherry?”
“Oh, Alana wasn’t the only Trollop to seduce away Cherry’s conquests. It’s something of a game for them all.”
“Then why would Cherry want to be one of them?”
“Because they were the ‘in’ crowd, and Cherry is desperate to be seen with the right people.”
“Even if she hates them?”
“Even if.” Dia shrugged. “She is attracted to the power she thinks they hold. She wants that, even if the personal cost is high.”
And that personal cost might just give her a motive for murder. “I don’t suppose Cherry is a shifter?”
“No, as human as they come.”
Damn. Though I should have known better than to hope things would fall into place that neatly. “Have you seen Cherry recently?”
“No, not for at least a month.” She frowned. “In fact, she left in something of a hurry after our last meeting. She smelled frightened.”
“What did you say to her?”
“That an event from her past was not as buried as she thought, and that she needed to be careful about who she let in her door.”
I smiled. “That’s a warning as clear as mud. As usual.”
She shrugged. “Cherry was never very open when it came to readings. It makes it hard to get details.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’m not very open, either, and yet you’ve been able to read me.”
“That’s because you’re not unresponsive to psychic intrusion. You’re just very well shielded against it.”
“Oh.”
She smiled and waved her spoon at my hand. “You want me to do a reading today?”I snatched my hand out of her way. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough bad news to last me a lifetime.”
She laughed softly. “One of these days I’m going to do another reading, and you’re going to love me forever.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Only if you see true love and kids in my future.”
“And what did I say last time? You will gain what you want, Riley. It just won’t be in the form you have dreamed of.”
I rolled my eyes. “How can babies not be in the form I dream of?”
She grinned. “No one said the future was easy to understand.”
“And you make a living out of this mumbo jumbo?”
“A very good living,” she said solemnly, then chuckled. “I’m just glad most of my clients aren’t as skeptical as you.”
“I’m not skeptical of your talent—just what it’s saying about my future.” I took a sip of coffee, and licked away the froth from my lips. “Besides Alana, was there any other Trollop who might be on Cherry’s hit list?”
Dia frowned. “For all Cherry’s faults, she doesn’t seem like the murdering kind.”
“Many serial killers don’t.”
She acknowledged the point with a nod, but added, “Cherry wanted to be a part of their group. Destruction wasn’t in her agenda.”
“Well, it’s in someone’s agenda, and right now, she seems the most likely. Who else did she hate?”
She hesitated. “Enna Free would probably be next on any hate list.”
I wondered if the body Kade had gone to check out today was Enna Free. If it wasn’t—and she was still alive—then someone had to get to her before the killer cat did. I grabbed my phone and sent Jack a quick message, asking him to haul in both Enna and Cherry, then pulled a piece of banana cake toward me and scooped up a spoonful. It was, as usual, delicious. This had to be the one place in Melbourne where I’d choose banana over chocolate any day. “Don’t suppose you’d know where Enna is today?”
“No, but there’s an invitation-only charity fund-raiser happening over at Sparkies this evening, and I know some of the Trollops are attending that. Apparently, there’s going to be some good man-meat there. Alana’s words, not mine.”
I snorted softly. “You know, if a man said that about a woman, there’d be an uproar.”
“The world is warped,” she agreed, then waved her spoon at me. “You want to get into that shindig?”
“If you can get me in, yes.”
“Risa, can you get Mommy’s phone out of her bag, please?”
The little girl leaned sideways, dug into the patent leather handbag sitting beside her, pulled out the phone, and handed it across. Then she gave me a cheeky grin and said, “Cake, please.”
“Come here then, monster.”
She scooted around, and I fed her cake while Dia made her call.
“Done,” she said, after a few minutes. “And that’s enough cake for you, little one.”
Risa’s pout lasted for all of two seconds, then she scooted back around the table again to finish off her Coke.
“The ticket will be waiting at the door. The cost is five hundred.”
I just about choked. “God, I’m glad the Directorate will be paying for it.”
“You’re just lucky it’s one of the cheap functions. Some of the others can be a grand or two.”
Thankfully, tonight’s event wasn’t one of those, because Jack’s reaction would not have been pretty. “Have you got Cherry’s address?”
“Not on me, but I can phone it through once I get home.” She paused, and sipped her coffee. “Would you like a list of all the Trollops?”
“That would be great.”
I dug into my bag, then handed over a small notebook and pen. She scrawled in fourteen names, then handed both the pan and book back. “Anything else?”
“What does Enna look like?”
Dia smiled. “I thought you might have guessed that.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Blond hair, blue eyes, and rake thin?”
“Yep. It’s their calling card—even when they are naturally dark.”
“Men do seem to like their blondes.”
She snorted softly. “Like redheads have any reason to complain. Except when they’re on a self-imposed diet, that is.”