I said, “There’s no formal arrangement, everything’s relaxed.”

Divana’s eyes locked on mine. “It’s not illegal, okay?”

“You bet.”

“Think of it like a club. Fun Club, exclusive membership.”

I said, “This may be a stupid question but do their wives know?”

“Maybe,” said Lori.

“I think so, too,” said Divana. “Maybe.”

I said, “Really.”

“They don’t seem real careful. Use credit cards for everything and they’re like gone a lot.”

“With us,” said Lori. “Two months ago we went to Jackson Hole, hot-air ballooning. Private balloon. It was beautiful.”

“So was the Four Seasons,” said Divana. “That fireplace. Yum chocolates.”

I said, “What did Frankie and Philly really think about Tiara?”

“We just told you,” whined Lori. “They were happy. That he was having fun. They thought it was funny. It didn’t bug them.”

“They didn’t resent her?”

“No way.”

“Any money their father gave her they’d never get.”

“They don’t care about money,” said Lori.

“They’ve got tons of money,” said Divana. “All they care about is you-know-what.”

“They never expressed any bad feelings at all toward Tiara?”

“They’re not like that, they’re happy. Like little boys.”

“Boys,” Lori echoed.

Milo spelled out the time of the murder. “Do either of you have any idea what Phil and Frank were doing then?”

Lori said, “C’mon, you can’t really think they would do something horrible like that.”

“If we find out they had opportunity, we’ll be after them and you won’t be able to stay under the radar.”

“What did we do?” said Divana.

“Had the wrong kind of friends.”

“You’re wrong. They’re not like that.”

He repeated the time frame. “Can you vouch for their whereabouts?”

Lori shook her head. “But that doesn’t mean anything.”

I said, “It does sound like a fun club.”

“We’re just having a good time, what they do with their wives is their problem.”

“Or don’t do,” said Lori, giggling.

“About Tara Sly,” I said. “What else did they tell you?”

“Just that.”

“Their father’s girlfriend.”

“Yup.”

“It didn’t bother them.”

“Not at all.”

Lori said, “Who killed her?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out.”

“How’d she die?”

“She got her face blown off.”

Divana said, “With like dynamite?”

“With guns.”

“Oh, no,” said Lori.

“Yuck,” said Divana. Tougher timbre in her voice. But she was the first to water up. “Why would someone do that?”

“Once we know that, we’ll catch whoever did it. You’ll notice I said ‘guns.’ Plural.”

Lori said, “Two guys did her?”

“Looks that way.”

Divana’s eyes got huge. “You’re kidding—no, no way.” She squirmed in her chair. Recrossed her ankles. Looked away from her friend. “Actually,” she murmured.

Lori leaned toward her.

Divana gave a long, chest-heaving sigh. Two hair tosses.

“Divvy?” said Lori.

“It’s no big deal, Lore.”

“What?”