“God forbid.” He grinned. “I’m going to see if I can find a rat hole for Denton to crawl into if it comes to that.” He paused with his hand on the doorknob, stalked back to pick up the paper Lucile had discarded and glanced through the front-page story again. He asked, “What was Evalyn Jordan’s address?”
She gave him the street number and added, “It’s an old house made over into apartments on Ursuline just off Royal.”
Shayne dropped the paper and thrust his hands deep in his pockets. “Do you happen to know anyone else in the same building?”
“Yes. There’s another girl from the office living right next door to Evalyn — the corner apartment in the right rear upstairs.”
“What’s her name?”
“Celia Gaston. She and Evalyn were close friends.”
Shayne pushed his hat back and tugged at a lock of hair. “Does she live alone?”
“Yes, I’m quite sure she does. She’s much older than most of the girls in the office. Sort of an old maid. But she’s not there now — what on earth are you up to?”
“Not there? Are you positive?”
“Of course I am. She’s away on a two weeks’ vacation. She left last Saturday.”