She grimaced. “Butch Renfroe. I danced for him many a time back in my heyday at the Sundowners.” She spoke as a matter of fact with no shame or embarrassment. Darla was a businesswoman then just as she was now. Looking at her tanned olive skin and toned, petite body, it wasn’t difficult to imagine Darla in her prior life. She was a very attractive woman.

“I represent General Helen Lewis, who has been charged with Butch’s murder.”

Darla folded her arms across her chest. “Never liked the General much, but I respected her. She was a mean bitch, but she didn’t bullshit you. I got into a few scrapes with the law—it was almost impossible not to as a stripper—and she was fair with me.” She hesitated. “Butch and General Lewis were married and divorced, right?”

Bo nodded.

“Well, what do you want from me?”

“Lona Burks said I should talk with you.”

Her face darkened. “Really? Lona and I were never close. She did cocaine and meth, and that wasn’t my style. I nursed a drink for show when I danced, and I normally threw away the beverages that were bought for me by patrons.”

“Lona’s been sober for three years and is now working as my legal assistant.”

“I’m glad to hear that. She was always smart. Just made bad decisions. Glad to hear she’s making better ones.”

Bo took another sip from the bottle and collected his thoughts. “You said Butch would come into the Sundowners.”

“All the time.”

“Who would he come with?”

“Mostly other lawyers. Lou Horn was a frequent flier with Butch. So was Ray Ray Pickalew.”

Bo grimaced. Ray Ray Pickalew had been his local counsel during his trial four years ago. He’d been killed in the aftermath of the case, taking several bullets that were meant for Bo.

“Were Horn and Butch tight?”

She shrugged. “Seemed like it.”

“Anyone else you can think of?”

“Sometimes Terry Grimes would come in with Butch. Grimes was a county commissioner, and he always seemed nervous and out of place. Probably afraid voters might think differently of him if they found out he enjoyed looking at strippers.”

Bo scratched his chin. Grimes was the one who had discovered Butch’s body. He was a neighbor, a friend, and according to Ennis Petrie, a coconspirator with Butch in a decades-long prostitution ring. Bo had tried several times to arrange a meeting with the man, who was still a commissioner, but Grimes had thus far been coy and unresponsive.

“I guess you never had any contact with a man named Michael Zannick. Or Finnegan Pusser?”

She shook her head. “I’ve heard of Zannick, though. He’s the boy wonder who’s taken the town by storm, right? I have a good friend who’s been out with him a few times.”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Cassie Dugan, would it?”