“You know, I asked myself that question, too.”
“And?”
“At the time it wasn't relevant to Roland Ferguson's defense.”
“I'm thinking that they knew whoever it was, or at least he did.”
“To answer the door naked, I'd say he knew him, rather well.”
“Okay, it at least had to be somebody that she felt comfortable enough to be naked in front of.”
“The list would be long.”
“Excuse me?'
“To put it delicately, Desireé was comfortable naked around a number of people.”
“She was fucking everybody to put it bluntly.”
Marcus nodded and Tiffanie shook her head.
“Okay, who are those people?”
“She was having sex with Rasheed and a woman named India Cater.”
“Woman?”
“Yes, a woman. According to Garrett, Porsche Temple would have to be on that list and another woman who turned her, but he couldn't get a name. There are a couple of men the she was involved with too. Their names are Axle Grant, Robert Pettibone, and Ira Stinson.”
“At least they are men,” Tiffanie mused. “You have anything on them?”
“No.”
“We'll need to depose each of them. Anybody else?”
“I can't confirm Desireé's association with him, but James Martin would top the list.”
Tiffanie shuffled papers and looked at her notes. “Okay, who is James Martin?”
“Rasheed worked for him as an escort. He owed Martin ten thousand dollars for cocaine he fronted him for escort work he was supposed to do.”
“You say suppose like he didn't do the work.”
“That's why Martin was looking for him. It seemed that Rasheed had a problem keeping it up for the ladies, so Martin had him with men.”
“Men?”
“Yes, men. But Rasheed couldn't do it.”
“Which does give Martin a motive to kill Mr. Rasheed, but not Miss Desireé. Did anybody talk to him?”
“No, he's dead.”
“How'd he die?”
“Carjacking.”
“All right. Mr. Rasheed owing this Martin money does give him the str