Michael returned home and threw himself into cleaning his place—his usual Sunday chore. While he did, he tried to think of anything else he’d seen or heard regarding Ms. Lee. He had to admit he’d never have thought of her as a call girl. The few times he’d actually caught a glimpse of her, she had been very casually dressed. I guess even call girls get days off. He wondered if she plied her trade out of the condo she’d rented, and if so, did the owner know. Maybe he’s her pimp, if call girls have those. Not that I give a damn, as long as he doesn’t put another one in there to take her place.
That idea didn’t exactly make his day, but there was nothing he could do about it, if it happened. He thought about calling Detective Daniels to see if he’d questioned the owner of Ms. Lee’s condo, bu
