It was probably for the best that Angelface didn't know that Moretti had been in Rita's office last night. At least, Rita hoped he didn't know. You couldn't ever say for sure, with him.

The girl deserved a funeral, in a church somewhere, but Rita didn't bother suggesting anything that stupid. She shouldn't let it shake her up like this. Just another corpse on the streets. Wasn't like it was the first one she'd seen, either.

"The girls are gonna ask questions," she said. And she didn't feel like making up a lie about Celia inheriting some dough from her Great-Aunt Betty and skipping town.