Deadly Disco in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 6) by A.R. Winters

do better.”
    “That’s no reason to kill him.”
    “I keep telling you, I didn’t kill him. It was an accident.”
    “So you had a fight,” I conjectured. “You kept saying, ‘You look after everyone else. Why not me?’ And then you shoved him and he hit his head.”
    Chloe nodded. “I couldn’t tell the cops. I can’t just go to jail.”
    Her words sent a chill down my spine. If she couldn’t tell the cops, why had she just admitted this to me? But I pressed on through the fear and said, “Why’d you do it? Why’d you take the cash?”
    “Wouldn’t you do something?” said Chloe. “Imagine if you couldn’t get another job as a dealer, or you couldn’t work as a PI anymore. Wouldn’t you do something about it?”
    I looked at her incredulously. “You mean, if I couldn’t get another job as a PI, I should just go ahead and kill a man?”
    Chloe shook her head. “No, no. About the money. If you found a briefcase full of cash, wouldn’t you keep it?”
    “I—I don’t know. Depends on how I found it. If I’d just killed a man, I might not. I might go and turn myself in to the police. But I can’t really see myself killing a man.”
    I realized I was babbling, but I couldn’t stop myself. Chloe was looking at me funny, and the knowledge that we were in a murderer’s house late at night was making me a little nervous. Plus, I hadn’t had any dinner. Ian had eaten up all my protein bars, and I could tell that he was about to throw them all up.
    “What’re you going on about?” Chloe said.
    “I’m kind of weak. I mean, I know Krav Maga, but that might not help me kill a guy. It more helps me get away from a guy.”
    Ian’s stomach made a loud, suspicious noise, and I stopped talking and looked at him. Chloe followed my gaze.
    “I’m feeling sick again,” Ian admitted, looking sheepish. His skin had started to go all pale again.
    “I guess we should get going,” I said, trying to sound more cheerful than I felt. It occurred to me that not only would I probably not be able to kill a person, but I would probably have a hard time escaping from Chloe if she decided to bash my head against some sharp furniture.
    Just to be on the safe side, I took a look around the room. The corners of the table were covered with papers, and the bed looked too messy to kill someone with.
    As I glanced at the bed, I noticed Chloe doing the same, and then she bent down and retrieved something from under it. When she stood up, she was holding a great big gun, pointing the muzzle right at me.
    “Whoa!” I said. “That thing’s huge! Where’d you get it?”
    “Got it this morning,” said Chloe slowly. “Figured I should have some way to protect myself in case someone tried to steal the briefcase.”
    “I don’t want the briefcase,” I said. “I just wanna go home.”
    “Me too,” said Ian weakly. “I need to go home.”
    “You’re not going anywhere,” said Chloe sharply. “You’re the only ones who know I killed Josh.”
    “It was an accident,” I reminded her, trying to ingratiate myself. “It’s not your fault.”
    “Yeah,” said Chloe, narrowing her eyes. “Exactly.”
    “You had an argument,” I said, watching the gun carefully. “Lovers argue all the time.”
    “Right.” Chloe nodded. “He was always cheating on me. I needed him to buy me a ring, get me the new housewife gig I keep hearing about. He had money. He was spending it on his ex-wife and his son. Why not me? I could start a business.”
    “Exactly,” I said. “And now you can.”
    Chloe said, “There’s just over two hundred thousand dollars in cash in that briefcase. I can use that money to start over. I don’t need anyone arresting me.”
    “And you don’t want to get in trouble by killing anyone new,” I told her. “So why don’t we call this our secret? Ian and I can go home.”
    “You’re not going anywhere,” said Chloe. “I’m going to shoot you. Maybe not here. Maybe we should go