INT. - 27 CLUB - EVENING
Juliette hugged Kinsey, kissed her cheek, warm lips soft and light on her skin. She hugged her in return, smiling as the singer stepped back.
"I can't ever repay either of you," she said, grasping for Gerri's hand. The detective shrugged, grinned.
"Lifetime free tickets to your concerts would do it," she said.
Kinsey spun on her friend in offended shock, but Juliette just laughed, the giant diamond earrings hanging from her dark lobes catching the light. The club was filling up quickly, another Thursday night. It had been almost a week since the death of Bill Climpton, and though word must have gotten around about the three murders, it did nothing to slow the influx of patrons to the bar.
The new bartender was perky and female. Not that it meant anything she was a girl. But from the way she winked and flirted with the men buying drinks from her, she wouldn't be obsessing over Juliette anytime soon.