"They hid the body," he said.
I finished the thought for him, "And then exposed it, so that someone would find it."
He nodded. "That's been bothering me, too. If they had just closed her coat over her body, not messed with the hair, no one would have found her tonight."
"They'd have missed her in the club," I said, "or was she done for the night?"
"She wasn't done, and, yeah, they would have missed her."
I glanced back at the body. "But would they have found her?"
"Maybe," he said, "but not this quick."
"Yeah, she's still fresh, cool to the touch, but not long gone."
He checked his notes. "Less than two hours since she was on stage."
I looked around us, at the bright halogen lights. There was no good place to hide in this parking lot, except behind the Dumpsters. "Did they do her behind the Dumpsters?"
"Or a car," he said.
"Or van," I said.
"The serial killer's best friend," Dolph said.
I looked at him, trying to read behind those cop eyes. "Serial killer, what are you talking about? This is the first kill, to my knowledge."
He nodded. "Yeah." He started to turn away.
I caught his sleeve, lightly. I had to be careful how I touched him lately. He took so many things as aggression. "Cops do not use the phrase serial killer unless they have to. One, you don't want it to be true. Two, the reporters will get hold of it and report it like it's truth."
He looked down at me, and I let go of his sleeve. "There aren't any reporters here, Anita. It's just another dead stripper in Sauget."
"Then why say it?"
"Maybe I'm psychic."
"Dolph," I said.
He almost smiled. "I got a bad feeling, that's all. This is either their first kill, or the first kill we've found. It was awful damn neat for a first kill."
"Someone meant for us to find her, Dolph, and find her tonight."
"Yeah, but who? Was it the killer, or killers? Or was it someone else?"
"Like who?" I asked.
"Another customer that couldn't afford to let his wife know where he'd been."
"So he opens her coat, draws out her hair, tries to make her more visible?"
Dolph gave one small nod, down.
"I don't buy it. A normal person couldn't touch a dead body, not enough to open the coat, mess with the hair. Besides, that flash of pale flesh was done by someone who knew that it would be as visible as it is. A normal person might drag her out from behind the Dumpster, maybe, but they wouldn't mess with her, not like that."
"You keep saying, 'normal,' Anita; don't you know yet, there is no normal. There's just victims and predators." He looked away when he said the last, as if he didn't want me to see whatever was in his face.
I let him look away, let him keep that moment to himself. Because, Dolph and I were trying to rebuild a friendship, and sometimes you need your friends to pry, and sometimes you need them to leave you the f**k alone.