Sam and Kate were almost finished cleaning their section when J.R. walked over to them. “Could I talk to both of you before you leave?” he asked. He pulled out a chair from the row in front of them and turned it around so he was sitting in front of the shelf. Kate and Sam exchanged curious looks and sat down opposite J.R. The older man pulled out an envelope and opened it. “I received this a couple of weeks ago, but didn’t really pay much attention to it until I heard about your car getting stolen and your apartment burning down. I’m no detective, but this might be connected somehow.” He laid the letter in front of Sam and Kate. Sam read it out loud. Dear Music Hall Manager: I wanted to bring to your attention that one of your actresses has been seen turning tricks on Colfax Ave. I realize that actresses might have to supplement their incomes to survive, but I am offended that you have chosen to employ someone of such questionable moral standards. The Music Hall has always been a family venue, but I am uncomfortable bringing my family to any performance where a prostitute is featured onstage as if nothing is wrong with that.
