She continued driving back toward Hollywood.
“Do you think,” she asked, “that that’s why Paige was murdered? She didn’t want to be turned into a whore?”
“That seems logical, but I have a feeling that there’s more to it than that.”
“So, what are we going to do?” she asked as we stopped at a red light.
“Well, they know who I am now. I don’t know how but they do. I don’t think they’ve tied the two of us together yet, but I don’t want you going back to the Cherokee Club. Not yet.”
She just looked at me…