Especially when that customer is Wilma Barrister. I remembered our last encounter and how she’d hammered on me mercilessly and then, when she couldn’t find anything more about me to pick on, began criticizing her daughter for everything she could think of. I could see how she’d become such a successful fund-raiser: People gave her money just to get her to leave them the hell alone.As I flicked at the tips of her stiff hair with the boar’s bristles, I had to admit she was still going to be a pain in the ass, but a silent one this time.Who would’ve had the balls to silence Wilma with such dramatic flair? Perfect Percy, fed up with her control over his music? Or had Lexa killed her to escape her emotional prison? While I couldn’t blame Lexa if she really did off her Mommy Dearest, I didn’t think she had. The police would, though. Lexa would be their number-two suspect right behind her father, leaving Lexa’s brother at number three for geographical reasons (he lived in Houston).
