YUKI WAS STILL STEAMING from Red Dog’s rebuke. Or maybe she was hot under the collar because he’d been right.

  Learn to love the beast.

  Yuki slapped her pen down on her notepad, straightened her jacket as she stood, and approached Charlie Clapper at the stand.

  “Lieutenant, I won’t keep you long.”

  “No problem, Ms. Castellano.”

  “You’re a member of law enforcement, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “And in the course of your twenty-five-year-long career in vice, homicide, and crime scene investigation, have you been involved in matters concerning prostitutes?”

  “Certainly.”

  “Are you familiar, generally speaking, with the lives of prostitutes and their customs?”

  “I’d say so.”

  “Would you agree that in exchange for a fee, a prostitute engages in sexual relations with any number of men?”

  “I’d say that’s the job description.”

  “Now, there are many subsets of that job description, wouldn’t you say? From streetwalker to call girl?”

  “Sure.”

  “And some prostitutes work mostly out of their homes?”

  “Some do.”

  “And is it your understanding that Ms. Moon falls into that last category?”

  “That’s what I was told.”

  “Okay. And would you also agree that as a matter of hygiene and practicality, a prostitute working at home would do her best to shower after her sexual encounters?”

  “I would say that would be a common and hygienic practice.”

  “Do you happen to know how much water is typically used by a person taking a shower?”

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