Sex, Thugs, and Rock & Roll. Todd Robinson

all psycho on me.”

      “Is he still a problem?”

      “No,” said Diana. “Not for a couple of years.”

      She met Tillotson’s eyes. “Since then I have another client who gets freebies for as long as he wants them.”

      “I didn’t hear that.”

      She shrugged.

      “Thanks for coming out,” he said.

      She left him alone with his problem.

      Two days later she opened the Newark Star-Ledger. She was about to skip to the Olympic news from Barcelona, when she noticed a story about a man who had died in Morristown Memorial Hospital. The man had a name now, but it meant nothing to her. The doctors suspected a blood clot resulting from injuries that he had suffered in a severe beating. They would have to conduct an autopsy.

      Police were questioning a young woman and her two brothers.

      She called Tillotson at his office. He was in. He sounded as if he wanted to be somewhere else.

      “They’re not talking,” he said. “At all. Not many suspects are that smart.”

      In other words, she thought, I can keep hoping.

      “I owe you,” he said.

      “Not this time.”