Chapter 82 The Phoenix Club

“Your memory seems to have improved tremendously in the last couple days,” he observed, shifting closer.

“I’ve had plenty of time to think about my clients since Saturday. You’d be surprised what you can remember about someone when you’re considering whether he might be a killer.”

He closed the file folder and nodded. Lighter, sun-burnished strands of his hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights. “Let’s cut to the chase then. Do any of these men worry you?”

“No. My VIPs are harmless.”

His brows shot up, speculatively. “I don’t know if we can trust your judgment there. After all, Carlos Chan and Arthur Montero weren’t exactly harmless. One pulled you offstage. The other did something during a private dance that convinced you to have him bounced.”

She’d said as much to Annabelle and was prepared to provide the same reply she’d received. “Carlos was drunk when he pulled me offstage. He didn’t normally drink much, but for some reason he overindulged that evening. The alcohol made him clu