Savannah stood over her shoulder, staring at the screen, looking just as irritated. She didn’t know exactly why she was irritated. But Tammy was out of sorts, and when Lady Sunshine and Light was in a funk, things had to be bad. “No luck so far, huh?” she asked her. “Not really. Sergio was a pretty boring and predictable guy, judging from his files here,” Tammy replied. “Lots of porn—as I suspected there would be. He had... uh... exotic tastes. A lot of matchmaking services of the sleazier variety.” “Searching for his soul mate?” “More like trying to connect with somebody—or bodies— with equally exotic tastes in the bedroom.” Tammy clicked a couple of times and a picture popped up on the screen. Savannah stared at it a few seconds, turning her head to the right, then the left several times, before she could finally decipher what the threesome were doing to each other and themselves. She thought that after working a stint in vice in West Hollywood, she’d seen it all.
