Transvestia

"She lived with Yvonne for about the last year." Moore stood up and went to the door. "They had a row. Yvonne was meeting other girls as I recall, and Gail moved out. I called Gail earlier and invited her over." Again he paused and glanced at Ellis, still leaning against a book case. "She's a real girl," he said quietly. "I'll call her."

The red-eved, dark-haired girl, who was Gail Warren, was eager to talk of the dead transvestite. "Danny was the sweetest person I ever knew," tears brimmed her eyes as she spoke. "We would have got back together again, I'm sure. When I spoke to him, he said that he had a couple of things to straighten out, but he promised he'd call me later this week. He and Pauline had some business to do later, or so he said."

"What kind of problems did Danny have?" asked Hamilton as gently as he could. Ellis snorted within himself. Anyone, he thought, could answer that one.

Gail frowned and dabbed at her eyes with a tiny handkerchief. "Danny had a brother," she said shakily." Danny took him in for a while, but Richie was always in trouble. Danny said he was with a bad crowd."

"Where can we find Richie now?" asked Hamilton.

"Oh, he has an apartment in the Riverview building in Manton, on the same block as Pauline's. But he was often around our, er, Dan- ny's, apartment on Court Road."

"When did you leave the party last night, Miss Warren," Ellis' voice was harsh, grating and loaded with disapproval.

Gail Warren sat up like a scalded cat. “I left about two. The cab dropped me off at my parents' at two-fifteen. Mom was up too and saw me come in." She looked furiously at the detective. "I said that Danny was sweet. He was considerate of me whenever we were together. Sex was never a problem. With him, it was always great. He was un- believably gentle and understanding." Loathing entered her voice. "He was no animal like all the jocks who think they're God's gift to women. I would have preferred him not to cross-dress, but I couldn't rob him of his pleasures when he gave so much to me." Tears began to flow freely. "He just wasn't the type to be happy with only one girl. But I'd have learned to adjust to it."