Tate felt better after eating. Not that he had much other than toast and a Virgin Mary with a raw egg. Even the aroma of the sandwiches Van and Gwen ordered made his stomach roil at first.
“I called Dad, to tell him we wouldn’t be leaving until tomorrow,” Gwen announced when they finished their meals. “So, I’m going to do some shopping. Oh…” She paused, looking at Van, “Did you tell him about Beth Nolan?”
“Nope.”
“You found her?” Tate asked.
“One of the girls we arrested last night told us Ms. Nolan left town before you two got here. It seems Barone did fire her, when she refused his offer to set her up in an apartment where he’d have exclusive rights to her when she wasn’t working at the club. She was afraid he’d do more than that and took off.”
“This girl is sure that’s what happene
