Where to look? Where did he live? ‘You were right,’ I said to Jerry. ‘I was? About what?’ ‘We need to talk to Adrienne again.’ ‘You wanna do that with me,’ Jerry asked, ‘or without me?’ ‘Let’s do it together,’ I said. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Where?’ ‘She gave me her number, and her address.’ ‘You wanna call her?’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘I think we should just . . . drop in on her.’ ‘Now?’ ‘Right now.’ He grinned. ‘Back to the Caddy!’ I was surprised to find that Adrienne Arnold lived in a brand new building, walking distance from the strip. From her door to the Dunes was about a ten minute walk. ‘We goin’ up?’ Jerry asked, as we stood in front of the building. ‘Huh? Oh, yeah. I was just finding it odd that the Arnold who lives closest to a casino is Adrienne, when the two brothers are supposed to be gamblers.’ ‘You think she’s a gambler?’ ‘That would explain why she still wants to sell the horse even though her brother Chris was murdered.’ ‘Maybe the whole family gambles.’ ‘That’s what I’m startin’ to think.’ We went inside, found a young, uniformed doorman standing behind a desk.
