The woman who’d partied her twenties away now faced thirty looking more like she was forty. She led them to a small room at the rehab facility where she volunteered.‘We can talk here,’ she said, closing the door.‘We’re here to ask you about Rex McCloud,’ Grayson said when they’d sat down.Betsy’s eyes widened. ‘As it pertains specifically to?’ she asked guardedly.‘Not your drug arrests,’ he said, and she looked relieved. ‘I wanted to talk about the night of a pool party at which a young woman was murdered. Crystal Jones.’Betsy’s shoulders seemed to sag. ‘Okay.’‘What happened the night she was killed?’ Paige asked.‘I don’t remember much. Rex and I were high. I remember Crystal, a little. I more remember that Rex was pissed because he’d hoped she’d put out, but she left. He had a lot of guys there that night and she was part of his entertainment plan. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to her. I’d just gotten . . . well, I was new and improved.’‘You’d just gotten your implants,’ Paige said evenly.
