A Touch of Dead

have accepted Sam’s offer.
    “Is this man the only suspect?” I asked the twins. (Should I call them twins? I wondered. It was more accurate to think of them as two-thirds of triplets. Nah. Too complicated.)
    “No, we have another man in the kitchen,” Claude said.
    “And a woman in the pantry.”
    Under other circumstances, I would’ve smiled. “Why are you sure Claudette is dead?”
    “She came to us in spirit form and told us so.” Claude looked surprised. “This is a death ritual for our race.”
    I sat back on my heels, trying to think of intelligent questions. “When this happens, does the spirit let you know any of the circumstances of the death?”
    “No,” Claudine said, shaking her head so her long black hair switched. “It’s more like a final farewell.”
    “Have you found the body?”
    They looked disgusted. “We fade,” Claude explained, in a haughty way.
    So much for examining the corpse.

    “Can you tell me where Claudette was when she, ah, faded?” I asked. “The more I know, the better questions I can ask.” Mind reading is not so simple. Asking the right questions is the key to eliciting the correct thought. The mouth can say anything. The head never lies. But if you don’t ask the right question, the right thought won’t pop up.
    “Claudette and Claude are exotic dancers at Hooligans,” Claudine said proudly, as if she was announcing they were on an Olympic team.
    I’d never met strippers before, male or female. I found myself more than a little interested in seeing Claude strip, but I made myself focus on the deceased Claudette.
    “So, Claudette worked last night?”
    “She was scheduled to take the money at the door. It was ladies’ night at Hooligans.”
    “Oh. Okay. So you were, ah, performing,” I said to Claude.
    “Yes. We do two shows on ladies’ night. I was the Pirate.”
    I tried to suppress that mental image.
    “And this man?” I tilted my head toward the blond, who was being very good about not pleading and begging.

    “I’m a stripper, too,” he said. “I was the Cop.”
    Okay. Just stuff that imagination in a box and sit on it.
    “Your name is?”
    “Barry Barber is my stage name. My real name is Ben Simpson.”
    “Barry Barber?” I was puzzled.
    “I like to shave people.”
    I had a blank moment, then felt a red flush creep across my cheeks as I realized he didn’t mean whis kery cheeks. Well, not facial cheeks. “And the other two people are?” I asked the twins.
    “The woman in the pantry is Rita Child. She owns Hooligans,” Claudine said. “And the man in the kitchen is Jeff Puckett. He’s the bouncer.”
    “Why did you pick these three out of all the employees at Hooligans?”
    “Because they had arguments with Claudette. She was a dynamic woman,” Claude said seriously.
    “Dynamic my ass,” said Barry the Barber, proving that tact isn’t a prerequisite for a stripping job. “That woman was hell on wheels.”
    “Her character isn’t really important in determining who killed her,” I pointed out, which shut him right up.
“It just indicates why. Please go on,” I said to Claude. “Where were the three of you? And where were the people you’ve held here?”
    “Claudine was here, cooking supper for us. She works at Dillard’s in customer service.” She’d be great at that; her unrelenting cheer could pacify anyone. “As I said, Claudette was scheduled to take the cover charge at the door,” Claude continued. “Barry and I were in both shows. Rita always puts the first show’s take in the safe, so Claudette won’t be sitting up there with a lot of cash. We’ve been robbed a couple of times. Jeff was mostly sitting behind Claudette, in a little booth right inside the main door.”
    “When did Claudette vanish?”
    “Soon after the second show started. Rita says she got the first show’s take from Claudette and took it back to her safe, and that Claudette was still sitting there when she left. But Rita hates Claudette, because Claudette was about to leave Hooligans for Foxes, and I was going with her.”
    “Foxes is another club?” Claude nodded. “Why were you leaving?”
    “Better pay, larger dressing rooms.”

    “Okay, that would be Rita’s motivation. What about Jeff ’s?”
    “Jeff and I had a thing,” Claude said. (My pirate-ship fantasy sank.) “Claudette told me I had to break up with him, that I could do better.”
    “And you listened to her advice about your love life?”
    “She