RANSVESTIA

Hamilton cut in quickly. “Thank you very much, Miss Warren, for your co-operation." He looked up from his armchair at Moore who had remained silent in the doorway. "Did you have photographs taken last night?" As Moore nodded, the sergeant went on. "I'd like to see if they reveal something more that hasn't been stated."

"They're ready now," said Moore. He went over to his desk and opened a drawer. Yvonne Douglas appeared in only two pictures in one dancing with a laughing Jenny Lucas and in the other, pensively staring across the dance floor, her beautiful profile as delicate and feminine as a china doll. "I've a photo here, too, of Danny's brother. Danny brought him to a couple of parties, but he wasn't our type at all."

Moore handed over a photo. Danny was standing in front of a mirror, his hair piled up high on top of his head, talking to a tall brunette, obviously Tommy Moore in a black evening dress. To the right of Danny, stood a young, brown-haired girl in a short, flowered cocktail dress. Slightly smaller than Danny, her make up was equally flawless. "That's Richie, though he liked Rachel," said Gail, pointing to the brown-haired girl, "but he's gone through quite a few changes since then. He has platinum blonde hair now, very long. He's had the silicone treatment and I think he's on hormones as well. He dresses and makes up to match that hair. He's quite a sexpot.

"How come he's not your type?" Ellis couldn't keep the sneer out of his voice.

"He's really queer," Moore was amused. "Richie is attracted to other men. While Danny was a transvestite, Richie is a transsexual." He looked to Hamilton. "You'll have to explain farther, Sergeant.'

Hamilton stood up. "Quite," he said coolly. "We have everything, I think, we need for now. You should both expect, however, to have to make statements later.”

Outside, Ellis turned angrily to Hamilton. "Where are we off to now? I'm just as confused now as when we started this morning. Why don't we just pull all these queens in downtown till they crack?"

Hamilton stopped in the driveway and then looked at the young man in surprise. "Didn't you think that Richie looked familiar? Don't you see a pattern emerging?"