She cringed. “I’m a pretty horrible person because I don’t know much about her.”
I grabbed her hand. “Calm down, darlin’. They aren’t looking at you like you did something to her. They’re gonna ask everyone the same questions. Just tell ‘em what you know.”
“You ready?” Julie hiccupped behind Indiana.
Indiana closed her eyes, and I squeezed her hand. “You’ll be fine, darlin.”
She opened her eyes and wiped the tear from her cheek. “Let’s go,” she whispered.
Indiana led the way to the hallway with Julie following.
Two more officers walked into the clubhouse, and King nodded to them.
“What are they doing?” Rigid asked as he watched the officers wander around the clubhouse.
King leaned against the table. “Ransom said his guys were coming in to do their own sweep of the place. Take any evidence they find.”
“You want me to show them where her room is?” Zig asked.
King shook his head. “Not yet. I think they’re gonna look around here first.”
“This is such a fucking mess,” Slider growled. “How the hell did this chick go missing with all of us here?”
“Was she maybe talking about leaving or wanting to go somewhere? Boyfriend?” Troy asked.
Luna plopped down in the chair Indiana had been sitting in. “Her family lives in town. She hasn’t had a boyfriend for about six months.”
“Bad breakup?” Rigid asked.
Luna shook her head. “No. They just ended up being friends. She still talked to him, as far as I knew. Pam running away just doesn’t make sense,” she sighed.
“What connection do Bunny, Tanya, and Pam have other than they all work at the club?” King asked.
“So, we’re assuming whoever took Bunny and Tanya hurt Pam?” Greta asked.
King shrugged. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Pam is missing a week after Bunny and Tanya were killed. We all hope she’s not dead, but there isn’t anything wrong with just talking this shit out.” King nodded to Zig and Zag. “You two split up and go talk to the girls. I know Ransom is going to talk to them, but I want to know everything, too.”
Zig and Zag headed to the tables with the other girls.
“How long did she work at the club?” King asked Luna and Greta.
“Seven months?” Luna tipped her head. “I think she started around the first of the year.”
“She have any customers that really liked her?” Rigid asked.
Luna shrugged. “I mean, not that I know of. But I don’t really take notice of anything like that unless it becomes a problem.”
“Did Bunny or Tanya ever have guys get out of hand over them?”
Greta held up her hand. “Bunny was a dancer, but Tanya was just a waitress. Normally, customers don’t latch onto the waitresses like they do the dancers.”
Gambler sighed. “There goes the connection that they were all dancers.”
Luna delved her fingers into her hair. “Literally the only connection they have is they work at the club. I don’t even think Bunny, Tanya, and Pam had any real relationship other than in passing.”
“We went years without any bullshit, and suddenly shit is just coming down in buckets around us.” Dad scrubbed his hand down his face. “It’s like a fucking puzzle we need to figure out, but we have three pieces out of a hundred.”
King’s phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Just what I fucking need right now,” he growled. He connected the call and put it to his ear. “Marco,” he called.