“Indeed, it was a joke of poor timing and poor taste. Aaron needs to revamp his material.”

GREG REYBURN LOOKED at the enlarged pictures with tired, red-rimmed eyes. “That snake up his arm with the wings…it’s like the medical symbol.”

“The caduceus,” Oliver said.

“Yeah, Garth has one just like it.” Reyburn raked his black curls with his hand and made a face. “I’m no prude. I like a good time just like anyone. I could see me doing something like that maybe once or twice…like if I was piss-drunk…but even I don’t think I’d take pictures of me acting like an ass no matter how drunk I was.”

Oliver nodded. “Do you know if Garth has played dress-up before?”

“If it is Garth. I mean, a lot of people could have that cadu…what did you call it?”

“Caduceus.”

“I’m sure that’s a common tat with the doctors.”

Oliver hadn’t known too many inked-up physicians in his lifetime, but who knew around the younger set. It was a new world out there. “Do you recognize any of the other tattoos?”

“Well…” Reyburn sifted through the pictures again. “This one.” He pointed to a black widow in her web. “He has this one, too.”

“So let’s assume it’s Garth,” Oliver said. “What about the girl?”

Reyburn shrugged. “I can’t place her.”

“You never met her at one of Garth’s and Adrianna’s parties?”

“Maybe.” He gave the photographs back to Oliver. “They sure partied a lot, entertained some strange people. I don’t remember any girl wearing a leather collar with spikes and a bustier, but I didn’t check out everyone.”

Oliver gave the pictures to Greg. “Look at them one more time.”

Reyburn cooperated. One pose—the masked man riding her back—caught his interest. “Maybe yes, maybe no. That’s the best I can do right now.”

“Any idea who took the picture?”

“Not me.”

“How about Adrianna or Crystal?”

“I’d just be guessing.” He shook his head. “Can I go now? I’m pretty fucked up right now. Crystal and I were friends, you know.”

“How close?”

“Did we have sex? Yeah, we did.” His eyes moistened and he tried to cover it by rubbing them. “Crystal was a free spirit.”

“Did her freedom include Garth?”

“Probably.”

“Probably or definitely.”

“Definitely. I remember once…when Garth was completely blitzed…I think he suggested a threesome with her.”

“And?”

“Wasn’t my thing.” He stopped. “At least not with him. Maybe if it had been Adrianna and Crystal, but not Garth and Crystal.”

“Let’s get back to Adrianna. Did you ever do her?”

Greg shook his head. “No…not that I woulda said no if the situation came up, but we never got around to it.”

“Aaron did her.”

Reyburn shrugged. “Good for him. I didn’t.”

“How did Garth feel about Aaron fucking Adrianna?”