Page 110 of The House Beyond the Dunes

Delores nods. “I know him. Been with him once or twice. He doesn’t live around here. Likes to shop in other neighborhoods so he doesn’t get recognized.”

“I hear ya,” I say. “What was he like?”

Kit studies me. “You show up out of nowhere and take a job bartending. Now you’re asking questions like a cop.”

“You’re the second person this week who’s accused me of that,” I say. “I bartend, sleep in my car, and do my best not to give a shit about people because when I do, I end up where I am right now.”

Each woman nods, as if they understand, though I bet both still think I’m a cop, wearing a wire, or I’m a confidential informant. “No agenda, ladies. Just looking for Nikki.”

“Your boy was okay,” Kit says. “Paid cash.”

“Not overly rough?” I ask.

“What’s your definition?” Kit asks.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“He had a thing about control. Made me hold my arms over my head like they were tied. Not the weirdest thing I’ve done.”

“You think it got out of hand with Nikki?” Delores asks.

“I can’t prove anything, but it’s starting to feel like that.” I shift. “Did he mention a beach house?”

Kit shakes her head. “Nope? All my business was handled in the back seat of his Cadillac.”

“If either of you ladies hear something, would you let Joey know? He’s easier to find than me.”

“Don’t you have a phone?” Kit asks.

“No. I’ve never been good at keeping up with them.” That’s not true. But again, what’s the point in explaining?

“Are you sure you’re not a cop?” Delores asks. “You’re asking just enough questions.”

My laugh is genuine. “No. I really do my best to avoid them.”

“That’s what a cop would say,” Kit says.

“Ladies, not looking for a fight. Just want to find Nikki. If you can call Joey’s with any tips, I’d appreciate it.”

Kit snaps her fingers. “Now I remember you.”

“Do you?”

“You’re the one that took the baseball bat to that john here last week.”

“Good old Pete,” I say. “Have you seen him?”

“I saw him in a bar down the road later that night. He was one hurting cowboy,” Kit said. “Since then, there’s been no sign of him. Likely licking his wounds. But when he mends, be careful. He’s going to come looking for you.”

The last thing I need is someone else gunning for me. “I hear ya. Thanks,” I say.

Delores chuckles. “I like you, Stevie. Nice to cross paths with someone who cares.”

“I’m no saint,” I say.

“All the better,” Kit says.

“Think Pete caught up to Nikki?” Delores asks.

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