"Can't you read the closed sign, Hunty?" a Lucy Liu lookalike shouted from behind the bar. "Mind your manners, Miss Gaysia," Glenda said as she stood up from her stool in black thigh-high boots and a belted cutout romper that was more cut than not. "Miss Franki's with me."...
"You don't know that Vinnie's death had anything to do with sex." "Oh, no?" I arched a brow. "Then how do you explain the black fishnet stocking around his neck? The one with the red sequin heart appliqué?" "Don't forget the black silk ribbon," Lucy added with a nod. "That...