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Nora Gail gave another of her bawdy laughs, taking no

offense. "No. But who knows better how to show folks a

good time than an old whore? I've got the best resort architects

in the country working on the layout. It'll be spectacular,

gaudy as hell, which I've decided the tourist trade likes.

Everybody who comes to Texas from out of state, particularly

from back east, expects us to be loud, raucous, and tasteless.

I don't want my customers to be disappointed."

"Have you got the money to build a place like that?" Alex

asked, her peevishness giving way to curiosity.

"I've got enough put aside to borrow against. Honey, more

cowboys, truckers, roughnecks, white-collar types, statesmen,

and would-be statesmen have trooped up those stairs

than I could count," she said, pointing toward the staircase.

"Actually, I could tell you exactly how many, how long each

stayed, what he did, what he drank, what he smoked, whatever

you wanted to know. My records are that meticulous.

"I'm a whore, but I'm a goddamned smart one. You don't

go into this business just knowing how to make a John come.

You go into it knowing how to make him come quickly so

you can move on to the next one. You've also got to know

how to get him to drop more dollars than he intends to while

he's visiting."

She sat back and stroked the cat.' 'Yes, I've got the money.

More important, I've got the brains to pyramid it into a

fortune. With that resort, I can go legitimate. I'll never have

to give a blow job to another stiff cock unless it's one of my

own choosing, or listen to another hard-luck story from a

man about how his wife doesn't understand him.

"I'm living for the day I can move out of this place and



into town, hold my head up, and say, 'Kiss my ass,' to

anybody who doesn't like me moving into his neighborhood."

She pointed her cigarette toward Alex. "I don't need

a cheerleader like you to come in here and f*ck it up for

me."

It was quite a speech. In spite of herself, Alex was fascinated,

though not cowed. "All I'm trying to do is solve a

murder case."

"Not for the sake of law and order you're not. The state

doesn't give a damn about Celina Gaither's killing, or it would

have been looked into years ago."

"You've just admitted that the case warrants being reopened."

Nora Gail gave an elegant shrug. "Maybe from a legal

standpoint, but not from a personal one. Listen, sugar, take

my advice. I'm talking to you now like I would to one of

my girls when things aren't working out for her." She leaned

forward. "Go home. Leave things here the way they were.

Everybody'll be happier, especially you."

"Do you know who murdered my mother, Ms. Burton?"

"No."

"Do you believe that Gooney Bud killed her?"

"That harmless idiot? No."

"So, you suspect someone else. Who?"

"I'd never tell you."

"Even under oath on the witness stand?"

She shook her head of glorious white hair. "I wouldn't

incriminate my friends."

"Like Reede Lambert?"

"Like Reede Lambert," Nora Gail repeated firmly. "We

go way back."

"So I've heard."

Nora Gail's husky chuckle brought Alex's head up. "Does

it bother you to know that Reede and I used to screw our

brains out?"

"Why should it?"

Without taking her eyes off Alex, Nora Gail sent a plume



of smoke ceilingward and ground out her cigarette in a crystal

ashtray. "You tell me, sugar."

Alex drew herself up, attempting to reestablish herself as

a tough prosecutor. "Was he with you the night my mother

was killed?"

"Yes," she answered without a second's hesitation.

"Where?"

"I believe we were in my car."

"Screwing your brains out?"

"What's it to you?"

"My interest is strictly professional," Alex snapped. "I'm

trying to establish Reede Lambert's alibi. I need to know

where you were, what you were doing, and for how long."

"I fail to see the relevance."

"Let me decide the relevance. Besides, what difference

does it make if you tell me now? I'm sure you gave the

answers to the officers who questioned you before."

"No one ever questioned me."

"What?" Alex exclaimed.

"No one ever questioned me. I guess Reede told them that

he was with me and they believed him."

"Was he with you all night?"

"I'd swear to that in court."

Alex gave her a long steady look. "But was he?"

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