"She gave you the money bag, and you left?"
"Yeah. I went to put the cash in the safe until the second show was over. I didn't see her again."
And that seemed to be the truth to me. I couldn't see another vision of Claudette in Rita's head. But I saw a lot of satisfaction that Claudette was dead, and a grim determination to keep Claude at her club.
"Will you still go to Foxes, now that Claudette's gone?" I asked him, to spark a response that might reveal something from Rita.
Claude looked down at me, surprised and disgusted. "I haven't had time to think of what will come tomorrow," he snapped. "I just lost my sister."
Rita's mind sort of leaped with joy. She had it bad for Claude. And on the practical side, he was a big draw at Hooligans, since even on an off night he could engender some magic to make the crowd spend big. Claudette hadn't been so willing to use her power for Rita's profit, but Claude didn't think about it twice. Using his inbred fairy skills to draw people to admire him was an ego thing with Claude, which had little to do with economics.
I got all this from Rita in a flash.
"Okay," I said, standing up. "I'm through with her."
She was happy.
We stepped out of the pantry into the kitchen, where the final candidate for murderer was waiting. He'd been pushed under the table, and he had a glass in front of him with a straw stuck in it, so he could lean over to drink. Being a former lover had paid off for Jeff Puckett. His mouth wasn't even taped.
I looked from Claude to Jeff, trying to figure it out. Jeff had a light brown mustache that needed trimming, and a two-day growth of whiskers on his cheeks. His eyes were narrow and hazel. As much as I could tell, Jeff seemed to be in better shape than some of the bouncers I'd known, and he was even taller than Claude. But I was not impressed, and I reflected for maybe the millionth time that love was strange.
Claude braced himself visibly when he faced his former lover.
"I'm here to find out what you know about Claudette's death," I said, since we'd been around a corner when we'd questioned Rita. "I'm a telepath, and I'm going to touch you while I ask you some questions."
Jeff nodded. He was very tense. He fixed his eyes on Claude. I stood behind him, since he was pushed up under the table, and put my hands on his thick shoulders. I pulled his T-shirt to one side, just a little, so my thumb could touch his neck.
"Jeff, you tell me what you saw tonight," I said.
"Claudette came to take the money for the first set," he said. His voice was higher than I'd expected, and he was not from these parts. Florida, I thought. "I couldn't stand her because she messed with my personal life, and I didn't want to be with her. But that's what Rita told me to do, so I did. I sat on the stool and watched her take the money and put it into the money bag. She kept some in a money drawer to make change."
"Did she have trouble with any of the customers?"
"No. It was ladies' night, and the women don't give any trouble coming in. They did during the second set. I had to go haul a gal offstage who got a little too enthusiastic about our Construction Worker, but mostly I just sat on the stool and watched."
"When did Claudette vanish?"
"When I come back from getting that gal back to her table, Claudette was gone. I looked around for her, went and asked Rita if Claudette had said anything to her about having to take a break. I even checked the ladies' room. Wasn't till I went back in the booth that I seen the glittery stuff."
"What glittery stuff?"
"What we leave when we fade," Claude murmured. "Fairy dust."
Did they sweep it up and keep it? It would probably be tacky to ask.
"And next thing I knew, the second set was over and the club was closing, and I was checking backstage and everywhere for traces of Claudette, then I was here with Claude and Claudine."
He didn't seem too angry.
"Do you know anything about Claudette's death?"
"No. I wish I did. I know this is hard on Claude." His eyes were as fixed on Claude as Claude's were on him. "She separated us, but she's not in the picture anymore."
"I have to know," Claude said, through clenched teeth.
For the first time, I wondered what the twins would do if I couldn't discover the culprit. And that scary thought spurred my brain to greater activity.
"Claudine," I called. Claudine came in, with an apple in her hand. She was hungry, and she looked tired. I wasn't surprised. Presumably, she'd worked all day, and here she was, staying up all night, and grieving, to boot.
"Can you wheel Rita in here?" I asked. "Claude, can you go get Barry?"
When everyone was assembled in the kitchen, I said, "Everything I've seen and heard seems to indicate that Claudette vanished during the second show." After a second's consideration, they all nodded. Barry's and Rita's mouths had been gagged again, and I thought that was a good thing.
"During the first show," I said, going slow to be sure I got it right, "Claudette took up the money. Claude was onstage. Barry was onstage. Even when he wasn't onstage, he didn't come up to the booth. Rita was in her office."
There were nods all around.
"During the interval between shows, the club cleared out."
"Yeah," Jeff said. "Barry came up to meet his clients, and I checked to make sure everyone else was gone."
"So you were away from the booth a little."
"Oh, well, yeah, I guess. I do it so often, I didn't even think of that."
"And also during the interval, Rita came up to get the money pouch from Claudette."
Rita nodded emphatically.
"So, at the end of the interval, Barry's clients have left." Barry nodded. "Claude, what about you?"
"I went out to get some food during the interval," he said. "I can't eat a lot before I dance, but I had to eat something. I got back, and Barry was by himself and getting ready for the second show. I got ready, too."
"And I got back on the stool," Jeff said. "Claudette was back at the cash window. She was all ready, with the cash drawer and the stamp and the pouch. She still wasn't speaking to me."
"But you're sure it was Claudette?" I asked, out of the blue.
"Wasn't Claudine, if that's what you mean," he said. "Claudine's as sweet as Claudette was sour, and they even sit different."
Claudine looked pleased and threw her apple core in the garbage can. She smiled at me, already forgiving me for asking questions about her.