"Nope."
Lennox opened his mouth to ask another question, then faltered. Gabby asked it for him. "And in your apartment, Aimee?"
"He couldn't talk to nobody," Aimee snapped. "He passed out soon as we come in. Big shot! And when he come to he ran right out." She intercepted the look of salvation and relief that passed between Lennox and Gabby and began to shake with rage.
"And afterwards?" Gabby asked.
"What about afterwards?"
"The notebook was there for twelve hours after Jordan left. Did anybody named Knott have a chance to leave a message in it?"
"The only body in that apartment is named Driscoll."
"Your friends?" Gabby persisted.
"I got no friends."
"Your ... clients?"