“It’s true. I have an eye witness,” I told him.
“Who?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Tiffany Cross.”
He laughed again. “Well, you’ll have to excuse me if I take the reputation of a partner I’ve had for three years over the word of some piece of tail you started sleeping with a couple of days ago.”
“Jim, I’m serious. Diamond is running a high class prostitution ring out of that damned club of his, using the singers. I’m quite sure it has something to do with Paige Turner’s murder.”
“I can’t believe this, Randolph. I just can’t believe it.”