She said, ‘Can I ask you for a piece of that info? Now that I’ve been such a good girl and given you all mine.’
‘Go for it,’ I said. ‘Can’t swear I’ll answer, but go ahead and ask.’
‘How did you hear about that card?’
‘How do you think?’
‘Ah,’ Julia said. ‘I guess you did warn me. It’s been fun, Detectives. See you around.’
She stood up, automatically gave her waistband a quick roll so her skirt came above her knees. Walked out, without waiting for Houlihan.
I said, once Houlihan had skittered after her, ‘The card was a shock.’
‘That or she’s good,’ Conway said. She was still watching the door, tapping her pen off her notebook. ‘And she’s good.’
Selena Wynne.
All gold and bloom. Huge sleepy blue eyes, cream-and-rosy face, full soft mouth. Blond hair – the real thing – curling in short raggedy ringlets like a little boy’s. Nowhere near fat – Joanne had been talking out of her hole – but she had curves,