“Not that I know of.” Yvette was quiet. “Crystal didn’t have a lot of boundaries. She’d take a liking to a guy and comp him drinks. Maybe somebody took it the wrong way.” A pause. “I don’t know what that would have to do with Adrianna. She didn’t work there. So it could be their murders had nothing to do with Garage.”

“Absolutely,” Oliver said. “Crystal and Adrianna had very active social lives that had nothing to do with Garage.”

“I’m sure they had lots of friends in common,” Yvette said.

“And that’s the main focus of the investigation,” Marge said. “That’s why if we could just take a few minutes of your time, we’d like to show you a photo pack of some men and ask you if any of them look familiar.”

She got up from the couch. “Could I make some coffee first?”

“Of course.”

“Would you like a cup? It’s just as easy to make for one as for three.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Oliver said.

“Good.” She trudged into the kitchen. “It’s the only thing I know how to make.” As if to underscore the point, she opened the refrigerator and all that was inside were different types of coffee and several bottles of sparkling water. “Oh, I also have water. Would you like water?”

She was stalling before she took a look at the photos. Another few minutes weren’t going to matter. Marge said, “Coffee’s fine.”

As Yvette took out the coffee and the filter, Oliver asked, “How well did you know Crystal?”

“We were coworkers, not friends.” She filled the machine with water. “This is going to sound snobbish, but the job to me was just a job, a way to earn money until my singing career takes off. Being a hostess to Crystal…” She took out three mugs and placed them on her empty kitchen counter. “For her, it was a profession. The best she could get.” She turned to the police. “Cream or sugar?”

“I’ll take a little cream and Splenda if you have it,” Marge said. “Did you meet a lot of Crystal’s friends?”

“I met Adrianna. And her lawyer friend. She was a nice woman. I don’t know what she was doing hanging around those clowns.”

“What about their guy friends?”

“Yeah, I met a few…the one I remember is Garth.” Yvette rolled her eyes. “Not bad-looking, but a piece of work.”

“How’s that?”

“He just thinks he’s all that. When it was clear I wasn’t interested in joining his fan club, he got hostile…well, maybe ‘hostile’ is too strong a word. He got peeved. Started being a prick, shouting out orders like…‘Hey, can we get some more nuts around here.’” She shrugged. “But he was a customer and I played along…like I give a damn what he thinks.”