“And Shelby?”
“I don’t remember her name.”
“So there was more than one minor you traded brew for sex with.”
“No. Jesus. And it wasn’t sex. It was a bj. That’s not sex.”
“You’re stating that a minor female in residence at The Sanctuary fifteen years ago preformed fellatio on you in exchange for alcohol?”
“It was a blow job.” He looked momentarily and sincerely horrified. “We didn’t do nothing weird like that thing you said. It was a straight bj.”
“In exchange for alcohol.”
“It wasn’t alcohol. It was just a couple brews.”
She wondered why this go-round half amused her, but tried to shortcut it to the point. “Let’s put it this way. The minor female gave you a blow job in payment for a couple brews.”
“Yeah. That’s all it was.” He sat back, obviously relieved all was clear. Then jerked up again. “And wait. It was like all that time ago, right? So there’s like a statue of limits on that, yeah?”
“That would be statute of limitations.” She slid the ID shot of Shelby Stubacker across the table. “Is this the minor female?”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to remember—oh yeah! Yeah, this one. She was a steamer. And she asked me about the bj and brew.”
“She was thirteen.”
“Said she was fifteen.” Folding his arms over his thin chest, he nodded in satisfaction. “Told you she was a liar.”
“And that makes such a difference, that you solicited oral sex from a girl you assumed was fifteen.”
“She already had a nice little rack on her.”
Eve simply stared at him until he blinked.
“How many times did you trade her a couple brews for a blow job?”
“A couple. Maybe three.”
The way he cut his eyes away had Eve leaning in again. “How many other girls, Clip? She wasn’t the only one.”
“There was just the one more, and this one here brought her into it. Plus she wasn’t any good at it. Kinda fat girl—the hefty kind. Kept giggling, you know. I barely got off.”
“Where did these famous blow jobs take place?”
“Right there. I mean right outside the place. Kid knew how to get in and out, how to get around security. She was a steamer, like I said. And if she’s trying to come back at me for it now, that’s bullshit. She asked me, and there’s the statue.”
“Some things have no statue, Clip. Like being a revolting shit, such as yourself.”
“Hey!”
“And things like this.”
She shoved the photo of Shelby’s remains across the table.
“What the hell is that?”
“That’s Shelby Stubacker.”
“Uh-uh. This is.” He nodded toward the first photo. “That looks like some old skeleton, like for Halloween or something.”