Page 10 of Wild Idol

She pointed to the bar. “Talk to Logan.”

He looked bored. It wasn’t busy in this section.

We strode to the bar, and I flashed my badge, hoping to have better luck with this guy. “Were you working the night before last?”

“Yeah.”

I showed him a picture of Haley and Sable. “You recognize this girl?”

“Yeah, that Sable Fox.”

I gave him a flat look. “No. The other girl.”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head.

“Looks like she was sitting right over there,” I said, pointing.

He just shrugged.

“She was found dead in a dumpster.”

He looked unaffected. “That sucks.”

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

His face wrinkled. “Why would I?”

This guy wasn’t bothered in the least.

“Look, she was here the night of her death. We’re just trying to put together the pieces.”

“She wasn’t found in the dumpster behind the Pearl Room, was she?”

“No. At Beats.”

“I’m no detective, but isn’t that where you should be looking?”

“Thanks, Sherlock. I hadn’t thought of that.”

He frowned at me.

“I need a list of everyone that was working in this room that night and a list of all the guests.”

He laughed. “We don’t keep a guest list.”

“Surely you remember some of the more notable people that were here?”

“People like their privacy.”

“This is a criminal investigation,” I said in a demanding voice.

He hesitated a moment, then exhaled. “Sable was here. Brianna was here.”

“Brianna who?”

“I don’t know. That’s just her name. She does that pop/rap thing.”

“Toby Nix was here.”