There were tears and regrets at the Sandwash Café. Neither woman knew anything about George, the mystery man who had called Tammi with the hair-for-money offer. Lacey again wondered aloud, casually, where Tammi’s hair was. Nan and Heidi just stared at each other and shrugged. “I didn’t think about it,” Heidi said. “I didn’t really take a long look, you know.” Nan suggested that the cops found it and took it for evidence. They couldn’t believe that Angie or Tammi had committed suicide, but neither stylist could fathom the thought of murder. Until Lacey brought it up. Something else Boyd Radford will thank me for. “Oh my God,” Heidi said. “Do you think someone is going after stylists? That doesn’t make any sense!” Nan ordered another Coke. “I don’t know, some people get really pissed off about their hair.” “Has anything out of the ordinary happened lately at the salon?”
