CHAPTER NINETEEN
At six-thirty p.m., Stella and Carrie approached the club’s front door. This time, Stella noted, the basement parking was unlocked, and the booth was lit. Treasures was open for business. She felt hopeful about what its interior would reveal, and that this visit would progress the case.
She’d bought a scarf on the way out of the hotel, because her neck was reddened and bruised, and had a raw graze where the rough cord had bitten in. The fabric rubbed painfully against the open wound, but it was better than having a visible injury. That would be a show of weakness right now.
Stella glanced back at the small white unmarked they were now using. The red-haired detective had suggested they should take over the car he’d been driving. He’d offered to take their unmarked back t
