obviously an intelligent man. Erlene thought he was a little high on the fee he charged to represent Angel, but if he got her off, it’d be worth every dime. Besides, it wasn’t like the fee was going to put Erlene in the poorhouse. If Mr. Dillard had known what she was worth, he’d have asked for twice as much. Gus made a lot of money buying and selling different things on top of what they made at the strip clubs, and he had a fortune in life insurance. When he passed, the lawyer told Erlene she was worth as much as Jed Clampett.
Mr. Dillard showed her to a seat. He had papers spread out all over the table.
”Have you talked to Angel?” he said.
”She called me a little while ago. Poor baby is scared to death. That little outburst at the courthouse didn’t help any.”
”Tester Junior’s a scary guy. Did you see him staring at me in the hallway? He looked like he wanted to cut my throat. That’s why we took the back stairs.”
He may have been scary to Mr. Dillard, but he didn’t scare Erlene. She wasn’t afraid of any man.
If she’d learned anything in the adult entertainment business over the past thirty years, it was how to deal with men. She knew how to make them feel good, and she knew how to make them miserable.
Erlene knew how to deal with preachers, too.
When she and Gus first came to northeast Tennessee, the preachers had all ganged up and wouldn’t let them go into business. They put pressure on county commissioners, organized rallies, talked on the news.
They did whatever they could to make Erlene and Gus look bad, but the couple had been through it before. They hired good lawyers. It cost them nearly thirty thousand dollars in legal fees plus another twenty in bribes and took over a year, but they finally got their business license and all their permits.
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building as soon as they got it up. Erlene and Gus built another one, only to see it too go up in flames.
The second time, though, Gus had hidden video surveillance cameras all around the building. Turned out the man who was burning the buildings was a preacher named Hastings. He went to jail. They left Erlene and Gus alone after that, but it didn’t change her opinion of preachers. Bunch of danged hypocrites was all they were.
”Erlene,” Mr. Dillard said, ”I’ve spent the afternoon going through this discovery material. I know pretty much everything they have now, and there are a couple of things I need to talk to you about. Do you own a red Corvette?”
Shitdammit. Why did he have to be so direct?
”I beg your pardon?”
”Do you own a red Corvette?”
”Why, no, honey, I sure don’t.”
”Let me rephrase the question. On the day Tester was killed, did you own a red Corvette?”
Erlene had a feeling that before this was over, she and Mr. Dillard were going to get along like two peas in a pod, but right then she thought it best to keep a few things to herself.
”Why?” she said.
”Because the police have a witness who told them you owned a red Corvette and that it disappeared the day after Tester was murdered. That same witness also told them you and Angel left the club right after Tester left that night and neither of you came back. And they have another witness who saw a woman get out of a Corvette around midnight at Tester’s motel.”
”Well, I swan, honey pot. Who would say a thing like that?” She knew exactly who it had to be. Little Miss Julie.
”Is there any truth to it?”
”Is this conversation just between the two of us, sugar?”
”You’re not my client, Erlene. The privilege doesn’t apply, so be careful what you say.”
Erlene sat back and took a deep breath, like she was nervous. ”Can you tell me who the witnesses are?” she said.
”One is a night clerk at the motel named Sheila Hunt. She says she saw a Corvette pull in behind Tester around midnight and saw a woman get out of the passenger side and go up the steps with him.
It was raining pretty hard and the woman was apparently wearing some kind of hooded poncho or cape, so she didn’t get a good look at her. And she didn’t see her leave. She didn’t get a tag number and couldn’t tell the cops anything about the driver.”
”That doesn’t sound like much to me.”
”It isn’t, unless the Corvette shows up somewhere down the road. Will it?”
”Who told them I owned a Corvette?” Erlene said.
”One of your employees. The night they raided your place. She said you’d been driving a red Corvette prior to Tester’s murder and that it disappeared the day after he was killed.”
”It was Julie Hayes, wasn’t it?”
Mr. Dillard nodded.
”Did anybody else at the club tell the police anything like that?” Erlene said.
”No, ma’am. She was the only one.”
”What does that tell you, sugar?”
”It tells me that either she’s lying or everyone else is lying.”
”And what do you think?”
”I think I want to hear you tell me she’s lying.”
Erlene smiled. Mr. Dillard was so handsome and she could just feel goodness oozing out of him.
”She’s the one who’s lying, baby doll.”
Erlene told him about Julie and her drug problem and her crush on Gus. She told him how Julie came back on a bus from Texas with Angel after they’d met in the bus station down there. Julie noticed that Angel didn’t have any luggage, not even a purse, so Julie knew right off that Angel was probably a runaway. Since Angel was so pretty, Julie asked her if she’d like to tag along and maybe work in the club.
When Erlene picked Julie up at the station, Angel was with her.
”So you think Julie’s setting you and Angel up for a murder because she’s jealous?” Mr. Dillard said.
”I wouldn’t put anything past her. She’s a troubled girl. I’ve heard her talk about her arrest record. She bragged about it. She used to tell Gus she had a record as long as his terwilliger.”
”As long as his what?”
”Terwilliger. It’s what I call a man’s thingy. You know….” Erlene pointed between her legs, and Mr.
Dillard’s face turned red as her lipstick.
”What else do you know about Julie?”
”Just what she’s told me. She said her mother’s boyfriend tried to rape her when she was sixteen.
When she told her mother about it, her mother accused her of lying and beat her up pretty bad. She took off and has been on the road ever since. I think her life has been pretty much nothing but drugs and prostitution. That’s one of the reasons she likes to work here. The money’s good enough that the girls don’t have to sell themselves. But Julie just can’t seem to stay away from the drugs. She has to know I’m about to fire her again.”
”Okay,” Mr. Dillard said. ”That helps. It looks like we can impeach Julie if she testifies. But you still haven’t answered my question.”
”What question is that?”
”Is a red Corvette going to jump up and bite us on the backside sometime between now and the trial?”
”I just don’t see how it could, sugar.”
”Good. I’ll put an investigator on Julie Hayes and gather all the background information we can on her.
From what you’ve told me, we shouldn’t have much trouble helping her make herself look bad in front of a jury.”
Mr. Dillard didn’t know it and Erlene wasn’t about to tell him, but Julie Hayes wouldn’t be going in front of any jury.
”We have another problem,” he said. ”Two hairs they found on Tester’s shirt match Angel’s DNA.”
”Is that bad, sugar?”
”It’s a problem, but I don’t think it’s insurmountable. I’m going to suggest a couple of Angel’s hairs could have passed to Tester while he was at the club.”
”Why, he was all over her,” Erlene said.
”That’s not what you told the TBI.”
Shitdammit again. ”That TBI man scared me to death, honey. I didn’t know what to say to him.”