you and Crystal do your homework while I talk to the police. I’ll make sure it’s okay for us to take Barlow to his class. It will be good to get away from the building,” Hollis said.
At the apartment they found Ginny curled up asleep on the sofa, looking very young and vulnerable. Hollis realized that Ginny couldn’t return to her own apartment. It was a crime scene, as was Sabrina’s.
Ginny stirred when dogs and kids crowded into the apartment. Hollis waited until she saw that Ginny was truly awake.
“Ginny, do you have anywhere to stay?”
“Oh my God. I won’t be able to go back to my place.” Ginny shuddered. “I don’t know if I ever will, but maybe Fatima will rent me Sabrina’s place.”
“Not until the police finish,” Hollis said.
Barlow, tired of being ignored, jumped on the sofa and settled down next to Ginny, who stroked him absentmindedly.
“I guess I don’t have anywhere to go,” Ginny said.
“Why can’t Ginny stay with us? I have a trundle bed,” Jay said.
“So you do. If Ginny wants to do that, she can.”
Ginny’s eyes widened. Clearly the invitation surprised her. “Thanks. That’s nice of you, but now that I think about it, I know that Fatima will take me in,” she said.
A buzz at the door. Hollis answered and found Rhona outside.
“I’d like to talk to Ms. Wuttenee again. May I use your office for the interview?” she asked in a tone that indicated she was merely being polite.
Hollis nodded. “Of course. Tonight is my puppy’s obedience class. Is it okay if we go?”
Rhona considered. “Leave me your cell phone number. We have your records, the security tapes, and are interviewing the tenants. If I need any more information it’ll wait until you get back.”
Rhona led Ginny into Hollis’s office.
“I can’t get Sabrina out of my mind,” Ginny wailed as she settled on one of Hollis’s office chairs. “Who would have killed her? She was only twenty-two. Why? Why would anyone do that? What about me? Will I be next?” Her voice rose after every question until it was a shrill scream. Abruptly she buried her face in her hands.
“Ms. Wuttenee, if we’re going to catch Sabrina’s killer, we need your help.”
Ginny lowered her hands but her downcast eyes, drooping head, and projecting lower lip combined to create a picture of despair. She remained quiet.
“I want you to think back to every conversation you ever had with Sabrina and tell me what you talked about.”
“That won’t help you. We talked about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie and everyone else in Hollywood. We both liked In Style magazine and fashion. Sabrina told me where the best places to shop were. And …” She stopped.
“Work? Clients? Drugs?” Rhona said.
Ginny stared at the floor.
“I’m not trying to trap you. I’m looking for links to the person who killed Ms. Trepanier. Could it have had anything to do with your —” Rhona hesitated “— landlady? Did you share information about a really bad client? Do you have a source for drugs and could Ms. Trepanier have been in trouble with that person?” She leaned forward and tapped the desk. “That is the kind of information that will help us.”
Ginny continued to stare at the floor?
“Do you want us to find Ms. Trepanier’s killer?” Rhona asked.
Ginny’s head snapped up. Rhona read fear and doubt in her eyes. “Of course, but I’m afraid.”
“Of the killer or of me?” Rhona asked.
“Both,” Ginny admitted.
Rhona leaned back and steepled her fingers as she considered the young woman’s reply.
“I do want to help,” Ginny said.
“Okay. I’m not recording this conversation. It’s strictly off the record. Why don’t I ask questions and you answer? If you volunteer more information, that will be great.”
Ginny fidgeted and glanced at the door as if she’d like to escape. “Okay.”
“Did Sabrina have any trouble with Ms. Nesrallah?”
“No.”
“Did she have clients who treated her badly or frightened her?”
Silence.
Rhona repeated the question.
“Yes, we both had one guy who scared us.”
“Did he tell you his name?”
Ginny pursed her lips. “He said to call him John, and he thought that was very funny.”
“What was it that frightened you? Something he said or something he did?”
“He brought handcuffs with him and promised me extra money if I’d wear them. Sabrina and Fatima had both warned me that that kind of kinky stuff, bondage it’s called, could be dangerous, could get out of hand, but I agreed. As soon as the handcuffs were on he smashed me really hard. His eyes were crazy. I screamed before he could stop me, and that put him off. He was a very scary guy.”
“Do you keep any kind of diary or appointment book? Could you tell me when you saw him?”
Ginny shook her head. “It wasn’t long ago. I don’t keep anything like that, but Sabrina does. It has a pink cover with a photo of a quilt on the front and she keeps it in the kitchen drawer. She writes all kinds of info in it — computer passwords, addresses, and every day she puts in the name or the initials of the clients and what they like.”
Rhona felt a flush of optimism. They’d get this guy. “Why does she do that?”
Ginny shrugged. “If guys like you, they leave a big tip. Sabrina made sure to record what they asked her to do ’cause she wanted to make money. She was saving for something big.”
“What was that?”
“She wanted to start her own business, and she figured this was the best way to get enough money.”
“Anything about friends, family, where she went to school, why she decided to come to Toronto?”
“I never asked.”
“I understand, but did she ever volunteer any information.”
Ginny shook her head. “I’ve only been here for a little while, and we didn’t talk that much.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Do you think the killer is after all of us? Is someone punishing us because of what we do?”
SEVEN
