“You know who else was in that picture, honey? Bobby Diamond. Remember your old boss?”
She got a terrified look on her face.
“If he finds out you know about this setup he’ll….,” she let that sentence trail off.
I may be thicker than the foreskin of a rhinoceros but I get wise eventually.
“Lemme guess,” I said, “this set up is a high class prostitution ring. Diamond is grooming aspiring singers at his club to be cultured and more refined and then turns them out to be pretty whores for the well-to-do and rich men of Hollywood.”