He’s dead.”

Patti gasped. ”You shitting me?”

”Dead as dirt. Got himself killed last night. Any chance he hooked up with somebody in here? Did you see him leave?”

”Sonny was working the register when he left. He didn’t leave with anybody, but he asked Sonny about the Mouse’s Tail.”

”Really? Tell me more.”

”He was a little creepy, you know? A little too cocky for his own good with that big belly and that cheap suit. When he paid his bill he asked Sonny where he could find some adult entertainment, a place where they showed it all. Sonny told me about it after he left. He thought it was funny. He said the only way that dude would get any was to pay for it.”

”Mouse’s Tail, huh? Thanks, Patti. After all these years, I’m finally gonna put you on my Christmas card list.”

”Whoa, now, wait just one minute,” Patti said. ”I need details. Tell me something juicy.”

”Sorry, can’t do it right now. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it on the news.”

”Just like a man. Always wanting something for nothing.”

Landers turned to leave without offering to pay.

”Thanks for the Pepsi,” he said, ”and thanks for the information. I’ll come back and tell you about it later.”

”I’m holding you to that,” she said. Landers looked in the mirror as he started out the door and saw Patti blow him a kiss. ”That man has a fine ass, Lottie,”

he heard her say.

”Screw him,” Lottie said. ”He’s a fag.”

Lottie was pretty good, but once Landers did her a few times, he dumped her. He had to. There were a lot of other women out there who wanted to be with him. He figured he owed it to them to stay unattached.

April 12

11:45 a.m.

A horny preacher. A man after Landers’s own heart.

Landers called Jimmy Brown, told him about the lead and that he was going out to the Mouse’s Tail.