Vanderpool?” I asked, keeping my voice low. KiKi spun around, hand to heart. “Walker Boone, you scallywag, you scared the beejeebers out of me,” she stage-whispered. “I’d do a proper swoon right here to fit the occasion if I wasn’t so pressed for time. What brings you to the devil’s den?” “Mercedes is my housekeeper and happens to be in the cops’ crosshairs over this unfortunate occurrence so I thought I’d look around to see if Conway ticked someone off lately.” “Doubt if you’ll have to look far and, while you’re at it, keep an eye out for a gold necklace with a jade heart.” KiKi parked herself down on the loveseat, shoving her hands deep into the upholstery. “Angie Gilbert, my canasta partner and Doc Wilson’s nurse, paid Conway a visit last night to give him his B12 shot to rev up his heart, among other things, if you get my drift. Seems she went and lost her necklace in the throws of sublime ecstasy and if her Johnny Ray gets wind of that particular ecstasy I’m going to be looking for a new partner.”
