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“Yes. Like me,” Louise said, “she was probably considered too old for a ‘visible’ job. And she didn’t just need her face on camera, she needed her whole bod in condition for fishnet hose and Playboy Bunny thong leotard. She’d gotten away with the Vanna White look for the old-timers’ shows.”

Louise tossed a promotional eight-by-ten-inch color photo on her desk from a drawer folder.

“Gandolph worked in white tie and tails!”

“What did you expect of a traditional magician?”

“I don’t know. Given his wizardly name, maybe a velvet robe with long, flowing sleeves. Gloria was lovely. And her floor-length gown is strapless.”

“Leggy is where it’s at in Vegas today. You know that.”

“Yeah. Where’d you get this photo? I know a fan of Gandolph’s act who’d love a copy if I could scan it.”

“Really?”

“A sick friend,” Temple said.

“I found this in a Vegas antique shop, actually, so you have to promise to return it unclutched.”

“I will. You’re right. This paper ephemera could be worth something someday.”

“Anything for my pensionless old age. Or do I mean penniless?”

“You’re not that old.”

“No, but I’m on my own.” Louise glanced ruefully at Gloria’s photograph. “Like she was. Gloria had a lost personal history and a lost career behind her. She ended up working as a cashier at one of the Circus Circus restaurants.”

“That’s a big family venue. The restaurant must have been lively, with lots of kids coming and going.”

“Lots of families reminding her that she didn’t have any.” Louise sighed. “I try not to identity with these cold case victims, but sometimes it’s hard not to. You married?”

“Not yet, but it’s a near thing.” Temple lifted her left hand from her lap to flash significant bling.

Ooh. He sure likes a-you. You’re young. No, don’t argue. If you have something going, hang on to it, kiddo.”

“I plan to.” Temple smiled. “So … what was with the church parking lot attack? Was the killer a repeat act?”

“Not that anyone found out. Gloria was active in her church, St. Jude’s. I interviewed the old priest. They all seem to be very old these days. The young ones left.”

“I suppose so,” Temple said, trying not to look guilty.

“He indicated that she might have worked for a short while for another of those top hat and cloak magicians. I couldn’t trace him. Parks? Anyway, Father Delahunt said she was very faithful, very ‘old school,’ he called it, and he was older than the Mojave Desert. “Daily early Mass, novenas, stations of the cross, confession. He said it was a wicked world if so much piety hadn’t preserved her from the death that was visited upon her.”

“Piety.” Matt went to Mass, she knew, and prayed, although not with her, maybe for her, fallen-away UU that she was. Temple was feeling guiltier and guiltier.

“Father Delahunt said something strange,” Louise went on, leaning inward for emphasis. “He said Gloria was overscrupulous and vulnerable to the ‘other side’ of religion. What do you suppose he meant by that?”

“I have no idea, but that’s an interesting comment. It might tie in to the ‘she left’ on the body in the morgue.”

Temple didn’t mention she wondered if the Synth, or even that ever-lurking font of all evil, Kathleen O’Connor, was behind Gloria’s murder. Gloria had “left” a magic career because age had forced her to. Maybe that was the wrong aspect of her life to focus on. Had Gloria also “left” the Church, just before she was killed or in a more permanent way. Like Matt had “left” the priesthood. So maybe she was a victim of Kitty the Cutter’s vendetta against Catholics.

But Kitty should have applauded Gloria leaving the Church.

In fact, Temple had known, and could not share, that Gloria died right about the time a woman’s dead body was found by Lieutenant C. R. Molina’s old Volvo car in the Blue Dahlia parking lot. Molina had come out late after the usual impromptu gig as jazz singer Carmen and found the body, along with the SHE LEFT message fingered onto the dust on her vehicle’s side.

The victim in the Blue Dahlia lot had turned out to be … an ex-nun.

Wow. Times were harsh for ex-religious and ex-magicians, and Temple had a big stake in both those categories.

“So what can you do for me?” Louise was asking as if they were in an echo chamber. “Temple? Are you still with me?”

“Yeah. Sure. Okay. Have you heard of a University of Nevada at Las Vegas professor named Jefferson Mangel who was killed on campus last March?”

“No.” Louise’s pencil was making cryptic marks only she could read. Temple wondered if they spelled “Ophiuchus.” “Tell me more.”

“He was murdered on campus in a classroom converted into an exhibition of magic show placards from pre-Houdini days to Siegfried and Roy and the Mystifying Max.”

Temple watched for Louise’s reaction to the last magician’s name, but she was only dutifully scrawling it down, as Temple would have.

“A professor.” Louise screwed her lips into a moue and nodded. “That’s a change of profession for Las Vegas. I’ll look into it.”

“Meanwhile, I can scan and return your photo of Gloria and Gandolph?”

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