Try living with a man who believes there is a tactically sound way to use the bathroom…
Angela: He’s not that bad…is he?
Cyndi: You would be surprised. LOL! I am used to it though. I know he worries about us.
Angela: And thus the reason he has no idea about your part-time gig as a dancer—or an amateur sleuth.
Cyndi: I wouldn’t go that far.
Angela: Does Jason know about the investigating you’ve been doing?
Cyndi: You know he doesn’t.
Angela: Then I say that makes you an amateur sleuth.
Cyndi: LOL Okay! I get it! I found something else on Friday.
Diana: Something to help find your friend?
Cyndi: I am not sure.
Jessy: Well, spill—what happened?
Cyndi: I might have found a possible murder weapon.
Diana: Your friend was murdered?
Cyndi: I have no idea.
Jessy: But you just said you found the murder weapon?
Cyndi: I said possible murder weapon.
Angela: What is it?
Cyndi: A tire iron.
Angela: You can find those anywhere, Cyn.
Cyndi: Not this particular one. It has since disappeared.
Diana: I am getting confused.
Jessy: Yeah, me too.
Cyndi: Let me back up. Remember the purse I found with Angela?
Diana: Yes.
Jessy: Uh huh.
Cyndi: Okay, well, when I went to work, I had to go in through the back. Company policy—if there is a line, employees enter by the alley. Roxy Feathers, one of the dancers, was back there, and when she heard me coming she freaked out and grabbed a tire iron to defend herself—said she found it by the back door. I thought I saw something on it, so I went back outside after my shift to take it home to Jason, and it was gone.
Jessy: Maybe someone happened by and took it to use?
Cyndi: I suppose it is possible, but not likely. The alley is off the beaten path.
Angela: Yeah, I was back there. No one would just stumble on it. They have to be heading there intentionally.
Diana: So what are you thinking, Cyn?
Cyndi: Well, I had another note on my car.
Diana: What?
Cyndi: It said stop asking questions.
Angela: So someone you work with killed the girl you used to work with?
Cyndi: I don’t think so.
Diana: A patron at the club, then?
Cyndi: That is what I was thinking. Someone who is there a lot and might have had a thing for her.
Diana: Don’t you think it’s time to tell Jason?
Cyndi: Tell him what? That I think one of the hundreds of men who frequent the club, which he doesn’t know I work at, might have killed one of the dancers—who is known to be a runaway—with a tire iron that I no longer know the location of?
Angela: When you put it like that, it does sound a little nutty.
Cyndi: Exactly.
Diana: Well, nutty or not, the guy seems to have his eye on you and that worries me.
Cyndi: Don’t worry. Jason taught me how to defend myself.
Diana: Did those lessons include fending off a tire iron-wielding psycho who appears to kidnap young runaway strippers?
Cyndi: LOL Of course, Di!
Angela: Did you get a chance to ask any more questions about Jade?
Cyndi: Not really, no one really wants to talk about it. Roxy tried to talk me into quitting though.
Jessy: Which one is Roxy?
Cyndi: The one with the man voice and never-ending supply of feather boas.
Jessy: Oh, right. I always confuse her with the one who likes to wear women’s underwear.
Diana: Such a colorful crew over there, Cyn.
Cyndi: They are a little odd, but they are mostly good people. Johnny has a brilliant mind, so what if he likes the feel of satin on his skin?
Jessy: I got no problems with that. To each his own. I am more curious as to why Roxy tried to get you to quit.
Cyndi: Not too sure. She has been supportive up until now—taught me most of what I know—except the dancing. Years of private lessons took care of that. I know Mom and Dad would be proud! LOL
Diana: Well,
Angela: He’s not that bad…is he?
Cyndi: You would be surprised. LOL! I am used to it though. I know he worries about us.
Angela: And thus the reason he has no idea about your part-time gig as a dancer—or an amateur sleuth.
Cyndi: I wouldn’t go that far.
Angela: Does Jason know about the investigating you’ve been doing?
Cyndi: You know he doesn’t.
Angela: Then I say that makes you an amateur sleuth.
Cyndi: LOL Okay! I get it! I found something else on Friday.
Diana: Something to help find your friend?
Cyndi: I am not sure.
Jessy: Well, spill—what happened?
Cyndi: I might have found a possible murder weapon.
Diana: Your friend was murdered?
Cyndi: I have no idea.
Jessy: But you just said you found the murder weapon?
Cyndi: I said possible murder weapon.
Angela: What is it?
Cyndi: A tire iron.
Angela: You can find those anywhere, Cyn.
Cyndi: Not this particular one. It has since disappeared.
Diana: I am getting confused.
Jessy: Yeah, me too.
Cyndi: Let me back up. Remember the purse I found with Angela?
Diana: Yes.
Jessy: Uh huh.
Cyndi: Okay, well, when I went to work, I had to go in through the back. Company policy—if there is a line, employees enter by the alley. Roxy Feathers, one of the dancers, was back there, and when she heard me coming she freaked out and grabbed a tire iron to defend herself—said she found it by the back door. I thought I saw something on it, so I went back outside after my shift to take it home to Jason, and it was gone.
Jessy: Maybe someone happened by and took it to use?
Cyndi: I suppose it is possible, but not likely. The alley is off the beaten path.
Angela: Yeah, I was back there. No one would just stumble on it. They have to be heading there intentionally.
Diana: So what are you thinking, Cyn?
Cyndi: Well, I had another note on my car.
Diana: What?
Cyndi: It said stop asking questions.
Angela: So someone you work with killed the girl you used to work with?
Cyndi: I don’t think so.
Diana: A patron at the club, then?
Cyndi: That is what I was thinking. Someone who is there a lot and might have had a thing for her.
Diana: Don’t you think it’s time to tell Jason?
Cyndi: Tell him what? That I think one of the hundreds of men who frequent the club, which he doesn’t know I work at, might have killed one of the dancers—who is known to be a runaway—with a tire iron that I no longer know the location of?
Angela: When you put it like that, it does sound a little nutty.
Cyndi: Exactly.
Diana: Well, nutty or not, the guy seems to have his eye on you and that worries me.
Cyndi: Don’t worry. Jason taught me how to defend myself.
Diana: Did those lessons include fending off a tire iron-wielding psycho who appears to kidnap young runaway strippers?
Cyndi: LOL Of course, Di!
Angela: Did you get a chance to ask any more questions about Jade?
Cyndi: Not really, no one really wants to talk about it. Roxy tried to talk me into quitting though.
Jessy: Which one is Roxy?
Cyndi: The one with the man voice and never-ending supply of feather boas.
Jessy: Oh, right. I always confuse her with the one who likes to wear women’s underwear.
Diana: Such a colorful crew over there, Cyn.
Cyndi: They are a little odd, but they are mostly good people. Johnny has a brilliant mind, so what if he likes the feel of satin on his skin?
Jessy: I got no problems with that. To each his own. I am more curious as to why Roxy tried to get you to quit.
Cyndi: Not too sure. She has been supportive up until now—taught me most of what I know—except the dancing. Years of private lessons took care of that. I know Mom and Dad would be proud! LOL
Diana: Well,
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