“He belongs to this fraternity,” I told him.
“Hunh,” the guy said. “Imagine that.” He elbowed the guy next to him. “Hey, Iggy, do you know someone named Ken Globovic?”
“Nuh-unh,” Iggy said.
“Cute,” Lula said. “How about I sit on you and see if that helps your memory?”
“Haw,” Iggy said. “You gonna lap dance me, momma?”
“No,” Lula said. “I’m gonna squash you like a bug. And before I squash you, I’m gonna let Stephanie here punch you in the face.”
I tried to look threatening, but honestly I wasn’t real big on punching people in the face. I bitch-slapped Joyce Barnhardt once. And I’d kicked a man in the knee last week, but he was armed, and he deserved to get kicked.
Iggy looked up at me. “What’s that thing on your face? Is that a pimple?”
“I’ve been under some stress lately,” I said.
“I can identify,” Iggy said. “You want a beer?”
“No, thank you,” I said.
Four more guys wandered over.
“These ladies are looking for someone named Ken Globovic,” Iggy said. “Any of you know him?”
“Who?”
“Not me.”
“Nope.”
“So you won’t mind if I poke around the house,” I said.
“Poke all you want,” Iggy said. “The Zetas have nothing to hide.”
“Yeah,” one of them said. “We’re happy to show you everything we got. You want to see what we got now?”
Lula leaned in. “You want to see what I got?”
They all thought about it for a beat, and shook their heads no.
“Globovic listed the Zeta house as his address,” I said. “Someone want to show me his room?”
They shuffled around and shrugged their shoulders.
“Guess we gotta go room by room then,” Lula said. “Just to make it official we might bring Stephanie’s ex-boyfriend with us. He’s a cop and you might have to worry about him finding some illegal weed and stuff.”
“Not necessary,” Iggy said, coming off the couch. “Follow me.”
Iggy led the way, Lula and I followed, and the remaining five guys followed Lula and me. We walked out of the room, up a wide winding staircase, and down a long hallway. There was a guy standing at attention in front of an open door. He was wearing a dress.
“Sirs,” he said as we passed.
“He’s a pledge,” Iggy said to Lula and me.
“Why’s he wearing a dress?” Lula asked.
“It part of our gender sensitivity training,” Iggy said.