Deadly Disco in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 6) by A.R. Winters Page A

Ian. “How long’ve you had this cold?”
    “Three days now,” said Chloe. “It’s the flu. Doesn’t go away easily.”
    “I can’t catch the flu,” said Ian. “I need to finish watching my Die Hard marathon, and it’s no fun when you’ve got flu. Besides, if I get sick, Tiffany won’t let me go with her on her PI work.”
    Chloe blinked at Ian slowly. “You’re saying I’ll make you sick?”
    Ian spread his arms, indicating the room. “This is a germ fest.”
    “Hunh,” said Chloe. “Too bad. Do you want to just leave, then?”
    Ian looked at me, and I hesitated. “I can’t get sick either,” I said slowly. “I don’t mean to be rude,” I said to Chloe, “but if I get a cold, I can’t work at the casino, and I’m already in their bad books. I always call in sick when I need to take time off to investigate a case, so they wouldn’t believe me if I ever really did get sick.”
    “You’re the boy who cried wolf,” Ian told me.
    I shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve got much choice.”
    “So,” repeated Chloe. She sneezed loudly.
    “Bless you,” said Ian and I in unison.
    “Yeah, yeah,” she said. “So, d’you guys wanna leave, or what?”
    I shook my head. “No, I’ll take a risk. I don’t like delaying investigations.”
    “Actually,” said Ian, “I’ve got an idea. About how we can talk to her without getting sick.”
    I looked at Ian inquisitively, and then I followed him out to the car. When we returned, Ian and I were both wearing thick black gas masks.
    “Now we can talk to you,” Ian declared, and we sat down opposite Chloe. His voice came out through the mask, sounding deeper and half-muffled.
    Chloe looked at us and rolled her eyes. As though I wasn’t feeling ridiculous enough already.
    “Are you guys really private investigators?” she said. “Because this is more like one of those candid camera shows, where you try to trick people with funny stuff.”
    The mask I wore hid the fact that I was pursing my lips. I was going to apologize for being so silly; but Ian had been right. Better safe than sorry. And channeling my mom, he’d said, “Wouldn’t you rather look silly and not catch a cold?” Like my mom, he’d been right.
    Ian said, “Tiffany’s a really good investigator. She’s solved heaps of cases.”
    “No, no,” I said modestly, but Ian went on.
    “She solved the Ethan Becker murder,” he said, “when the cops got the wrong person. And she’s solved tons more since then. Our last case, this reality TV star was being stalked, and Tiffany found the stalker.”
    “Wow,” said Chloe drily. “I guess you’re not as stupid as you look.”
    “That’s what people tell me all the time,” Ian said.
    I shook my head. “Let’s just get to the questions. I don’t want to bother you any longer than we have to.”
    “Thanks,” said Chloe. “What did you want to know about?”
    “What was Josh like?” I said. “You’d been with him a while now.”
    Chloe shrugged. “He was a great guy. I mean, we were happy together. He loved me, I guess.” She sniffed. “And I loved him.”
    I nodded and said gently, “It must be difficult for you.”
    “Oh, yeah,” said Chloe. “But I guess I need to keep going. And you need to do your thing, so here you are, wearing your mask.”
    “Right.” I chose to ignore the mask comment. “How was Josh with other people?”
    “Like I said, he was great. Really nice to everyone.”
    “Including his employees?”
    Chloe narrowed her eyes and looked at me carefully. “I guess. Why?”
    “What about Amelia, his assistant?”
    Chloe sighed. “You know, I never really trusted her, to be honest. I don’t know why. I mean, she was a good worker, otherwise Josh and David wouldn’t hire her, but she seemed kind of smarmy. I always thought she had a crush on Josh. She was always batting her eyes at him.”
    “Did they ever have an affair?”
    Chloe shrugged. “I don’t know. If they did, it was a secret. But