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"You knew her from the time she got started in the business," it was stupid thought Lincoln to even try to question a drunk.

"Oh, yes," said Cathy absently. "I was in the revue when Jean brought Angie in."

"Jean?" asked Lincoln quickly.

"Yes, Jean," said Cathy, suddenly giving him all of her attention, along with a wide smile that made all her lines and wrinkles disappear. "Jean Rodriguez. She lives with Angie and Bob out at Whiteside. Didn't you know that? She works as a kind of dresser-cum- secretary to Angie."

Lincoln was angry. Robert Cort had not mentioned this person to him, the one person in whom Angie might have confided if she had decided to run away from her husband. He rose to leave.

"There's more to that, you know," said Cathy Lord, carefully, "than meets the eye. We used to call Jean, Angie's wife, if you know what I mean." She smiled brilliantly at the detective.

Lincoln froze, his hand on the apartment door. He could feel the pulse beating intensely in his forehead. He was suddenly short of breath as if he had been kicked in the pit of his stomach. "You're saying that Angie Saunders," he snarled at the red-headed singer, "is a lesbian."

Cathy Lord opened her eyes in astonishment. Then, a wicked grin spread slowly across her face. "I've always felt so sorry for Bob Cort. Imagine never getting to sleep with the most beautiful thing in the world-even when you're married to it!"

With a snort of disgust, Glen Lincoln tore open the door and slammed out of the apartment. A friend of Angie Saunders, he raged. With a friend like that, Angie wouldn't need an enemy in the world. The more he thought of Cathy Lord, however, the more he recognized in her the jealousies that Angie must arouse in her competitors. It was truly amazing, he thought, the lies and deceptions, the failures would use just to justify their lack of success. Still, he'd go out to see this Jean Rodriguez. Funny how Angie had used that name in the sale of her Corvette. But the more he thought of Angie, the more he knew