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to see what I can find out.” She arched her left brow and settled back in her chair. “So, who you got in mind to be taking me out on the town?”
    Mercedes jumped up and grabbed her pocketbook. “I’m working on it as we speak.” She snagged my hand and dragged me down the hallway bustling with blue uniforms and bad guys.
    â€œTime’s a wastin’,” Mercedes panted as we pulled up next to the Chevy. “Who knows what Ross will uncover when she goes digging around in Conway’s business. With me being on parole it’s a slippery slope to finding trouble so you need to get cracking on this case while I’m tending to Conway over at the Slumber.”
    â€œWhy are you so nervous?” I asked Mercedes as she took shotgun and I slid behind the wheel.
    â€œIt’s Conway. The man’s trouble and just because he’s joined the dearly departed doesn’t mean that trouble isn’t still hanging around those of us who are still here. I can feel it in my bones.
    I cranked the motor while Mercedes hunted through her purse. “Well, love me tender and call me Elvis,” Mercedes said as she flipped open a notebook. “It looks like the gold digger twins are next on my clean-and-casket list. That’s as good a place as any to start sniffing around.”
    â€œGold digger? Is that a good thing or bad?” I asked as we stopped for a traffic light.
    â€œGood in that they got motive a plenty for getting rid of Conway and claiming his cleaning spot and bad that . . . well, you’re you and they’re them and they tend to get feisty. They live a few doors apart over on East Jones Street. Anna and Bella were named after their grandma AnnaBella who taught them the fine sport of husband hunting, and they mastered it real nice. They’re thirty-and-flirty and married old-and-loaded-with-one-foot-on-a-banana-peel, if you get my drift.”
    â€œThey’re lighting candles that they’ll be needing your services sooner rather than later?”
    â€œAnd them giving their men a first-class send-off makes for a good show and takes a bit of the sting out of the money-grubbing gossip that’s sure to follow. I don’t know them personal but you best keep in mind that they got womanly needs and my guess is those needs aren’t being met.”
    â€œMeaning they can’t find the mall?”
    â€œMeaning they have roving hands and hungry eyes and you got on the sexy jeans and pinstripes today. I’m willing to bet you’ll find out more from them than anyone else ever would. If I don’t hear from you in thirty minutes I’m calling in the marines.”
    â€œIt’s just two women.”
    â€œHoney, it’s two
horny
women.”
    I weaved in and out of tourist traffic, cut across Broughton to Price and dropped Mercedes off at the Slumber. I headed for East Jones. Anna lived in the William Parker House tucked neatly behind a wrought iron fence, and her sister resided in the John David Mongin House. Both places were named for the owners in the 1800s and were now occupied by the rich of Savannah and those clever enough to snare them in their waning years. Window boxes overflowed with pink and purple flowers, a huge elm shaded the front porch, the magnolia sported blooms the size of dinner plates.
    â€œWhy looky what we got here, Bella,” Anna said to her sister as she opened the door to my knocking. “If it isn’t that attorney Walker Boone come to pay us a nice little visit this boring Monday afternoon. Clive and Crenshaw are off fishing out there at Whitemarsh Island so the two of us are just hanging out, and now it’s the three of us all alone with nothing to do.”
    Anna flipped back her long blonde hair and batted her big blue eyes. Bella twitched her slim hips. They both licked their lips. I took a step back onto the porch and Bella snagged my shirt collar and yanked me inside as Anna