[b][color=9e0039][h1][center]Calvin Lovegrove[/center][/h1][/color][/b]
[color=9e0039][h2][center]Club Carousel[/center][/h2][/color]

Cal stared at the bottom of his scotch. "I hope I'm alive once they figure out how to make 'em bottomless.." He downed the remainder of his demented health potion and stared over at Ashley. He couldn't let the boy do all the work. He'd let Detective Gallagher use his awkward charm to reel in the hostess, and then he'd strike. It wasn't long before she'd conjured the ledger.

After making an obsessive taste-test to make sure no drops of scotch were left in his glass, he sauntered over toward Ashley with his arms tucked into the pockets of his coat. He snatched the ledger from Detective Gallagher and held it out so they both could see, flipping to the two dates in question. [i]February 5th and 6th, 1949.[/i] He traced his fingers down the two different days, on which hundreds of aliases had found their way onto the paper. [i]Fuck.[/i] There was an entire city's worth of names here.

There was little to no chance that the murderer had signed in, and done so under their name, but perhaps if a strange detail had caught the eye of a repeat customer, it could at least be a thread to pull. He sighed as he exasperatedly ran his fingers down the list. He narrowed his eyes. [i]The fuck?[/i] He found a name, which had been signed onto both evenings at the exact same time. 10:20 P.M. [i]Danielle Raymonde[/i]. "What in the hell?" He muttered. 

The hostess furrowed her brow. "You know her?"

Cal nervously quivered his lip. "Y---no. I don't know her personally," he lied. "But if that's [i]the[/i] Dani Raymonde, then The Florist is tangling with the top of the tower. She's about as...thrilling...and rich...as starlets come." He narrowed his eyes. It was his job to veil her criminal dealings. This was nothing compared to some of the sinful depravity he'd masked for her. If Danielle had hidden that she'd been at Club Carousel on the nights of the murders from him, then this labyrinth of a case was far more complex than he'd predicted.

"This makes things [i]far[/i] more complicated.' Cal plopped another cigarette into his mouth and lit the end. He took a deep breath and let loose a large puff of smoke. "Sounds like we're going to have to question this 'Danielle Raymonde', Detective Gallagher. I know, I know...Popping your Hollywood-leading-lady-chat cherry isn't so attractive when it's done in police procedure. But take what you can get." 

"Shall we take my car?"