As Lily pirouettes and performs, Danny nudges me. “This is Lily’s last turn. She’ll be wrapping up soon.”
“What then?”
“She’ll go home, I suppose.”
“Cab?”
“No, she walks.”
“Walks? Three in the morning with a serial killer on the loose, and she walks?”
walks?Danny shrugs. “Cabs are expensive. None of us makes a lot doing this.” Then, defensively, “She doesn’t walk alone. She and Ginny go together.”
I jerk my chin back toward Lily’s watcher. “And what’s his pattern when she’s done?”
“He usually drinks up and leaves just after Lily finishes.” Leaning back against the bar, surreptitiously, I catch Klempner’s eye, but tap into my phone messenger.
Danny glances in. “What are you doing?”
“Calling a cab.” But I drop her a wink, sliding eyes toward Klempner.
Lily finishes next few minute
