“It is when I have several clients to look after this afternoon.” She shook her head. “I saw Alana two weeks ago. She seemed her normal, aggravating self then.”
I hadn’t yet read the cleanup team report, but the state of decay suggested Alana had been dead for at least a week—meaning Dia had probably seen her just before she’d died. “So you didn’t sense anything odd about her?”
“No.” She frowned. “Though with Alana, it was difficult to tell. The self-centered are often hard to read.”
“Do you know of anyone who might want to kill her?”
She smiled. “She was certainly never on Cherry’s Christmas list.”
Dia’s tone was dry, and I raised my eyebrows. “So the two of them didn’t get along?”
“Cherry was more a wannabe Trollop than an official member. I’m afraid Alana delighted in proving to Cherry that she would never be one of them, simply because she wasn’t good enough to keep her men.”
“Meaning Alana deliberately seduced Gerard James just to prove a point to Cherry?”
“Oh, Alana wasn’t the only Trollop to seduce away Cherry’s conquests. It’s something of a game for them all.”
“Then why would Cherry want to be one of them?”
“Because they were the ‘in’ crowd, and Cherry is desperate to be seen with the right people.”
“Even if she hates them?”
“Even if.” Dia shrugged. “She is attracted to the power she thinks they hold. She wants that, even if the personal cost is high.”
And that personal cost might just give her a motive for murder. “I don’t suppose Cherry is a shifter?”
“No, as human as they come.”
Damn. Though I should have known better than to hope things would fall into place that neatly. “Have you seen Cherry recently?”
“No, not for at least a month.” She frowned. “In fact, she left in something of a hurry after our last meeting. She smelled frightened.”
“What did you say to her?”
“That an event from her past was not as buried as she thought, and that she needed to be careful about who she let in her door.”
I smiled. “That’s a warning as clear as mud. As usual.”
She shrugged. “Cherry was never very open when it came to readings. It makes it hard to get details.”
I raised my eyebrows. “I’m not very open, either, and yet you’ve been able to read me.”
“That’s because you’re not unresponsive to psychic intrusion. You’re just very well shielded against it.”
“Oh.”
She smiled and waved her spoon at my hand. “You want me to do a reading today?”
I snatched my hand out of her way. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough bad news to last me a lifetime.”
She laughed softly. “One of these days I’m going to do another reading, and you’re going to love me forever.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Only if you see true love and kids in my future.”
“And what did I say last time? You will gain what you want, Riley. It just won’t be in the form you have dreamed of.”
I rolled my eyes. “How can babies not be in the form I dream of?”
She grinned. “No one said the future was easy to understand.”
“And you make a living out of this mumbo jumbo?”
“A very good living,” she said solemnly, then chuckled. “I’m just glad most of my clients aren’t as skeptical as you.”
“I’m not skeptical of your talent—just what it’s saying about my future.” I took a sip of coffee, and licked away the froth from my lips. “Besides Alana, was there any other Trollop who might be on Cherry’s hit list?”
Dia frowned. “For all Cherry’s faults, she doesn’t seem like the murdering kind.”
“Many serial killers don’t.”
She acknowledged the point with a nod, but added, “Cherry wanted to be a part of their group. Destruction wasn’t in her agenda.”
“Well, it’s in someone’s agenda, and right now, she seems the most likely. Who else did she hate?”
She hesitated. “Enna Free would probably be next on any hate list.”
I wondered if the body Kade had gone to check out today was Enna Free. If it wasn’t—and she was still alive—then someone had to get to her before the killer cat did. I grabbed my phone and sent Jack a quick message, asking him to haul in both Enna and Cherry, then pulled a piece of banana cake toward me and scooped up a spoonful. It was, as usual, delicious. This had to be the one place in Melbourne where I’d choose banana over chocolate any day. “Don’t suppose you’d know where Enna is today?”
“No, but there’s an invitation-only charity fund-raiser happening over at Sparkies this evening, and I know some of the Trollops are attending that. Apparently, there’s going to be some good man-meat there. Alana’s words, not mine.”
I snorted softly. “You know, if a man said that about a woman, there’d be an uproar.”
“The world is warped,” she agreed, then waved her spoon at me. “You want to get into that shindig?”
“If you can get me in, yes.”
“Risa, can you get Mommy’s phone out of her bag, please?”
The little girl leaned sideways, dug into the patent leather handbag sitting beside her, pulled out the phone, and handed it across. Then she gave me a cheeky grin and said, “Cake, please.”
“Come here then, monster.”
She scooted around, and I fed her cake while Dia made her call.
“Done,” she said, after a few minutes. “And that’s enough cake for you, little one.”
Risa’s pout lasted for all of two seconds, then she scooted back around the table again to finish off her Coke.
“The ticket will be waiting at the door. The cost is five hundred.”
I just about choked. “God, I’m glad the Directorate will be paying for it.”
“You’re just lucky it’s one of the cheap functions. Some of the others can be a grand or two.”
Thankfully, tonight’s event wasn’t one of those, because Jack’s reaction would not have been pretty. “Have you got Cherry’s address?”
“Not on me, but I can phone it through once I get home.” She paused, and sipped her coffee. “Would you like a list of all the Trollops?”
“That would be great.”
I dug into my bag, then handed over a small notebook and pen. She scrawled in fourteen names, then handed both the pan and book back. “Anything else?”
“What does Enna look like?”
Dia smiled. “I thought you might have guessed that.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Blond hair, blue eyes, and rake thin?”
“Yep. It’s their calling card—even when they are naturally dark.”
“Men do seem to like their blondes.”
She snorted softly. “Like redheads have any reason to complain. Except when they’re on a self-imposed diet, that is.”
“I’ve got a feeling the diet might be ending.”
“Really? Do tell.”
So I told her about Ben and the case we were involved in, and we filled the next hour chatting away like old friends rather than new—something I’d once thought would never happen.
Of course, as much as I would have liked to stay there all day, I couldn’t—Jack would have a pink fit—so I eventually headed back to the Directorate.
Jack wasn’t in the day-shift office when I arrived, but Kade was sitting at his desk. I tossed my bag on my desk, then walked over to the coffee machine. We finally had mugs rather than those horrible plastic cups, but it didn’t make the coffee taste any better. Jack had promised a machine upgrade, but after months of hearing a similar promise when it came to our office area, I had no expectations of it actually happening any time soon.
I slopped some milk into both cups, pressed the coffee button, and shoved the first cup underneath, then glanced over at Kade. “So who was murdered this time?”
He grimaced and leaned back in his chair. “One Cherry Barnes. Thirty-four-year-old divorcée who’s been dead for three weeks.”