“Tom Walt. But he does not want to talk to the police, besides he said he shared with me everything he knew about her. Do you want to find him?”

“I think it would not be superfluous. And by the way, our Los Angeles police have already worked with her phone number – her phone, Mireya, has a built-in tracking protection program.”

“That means you can’t find where it is?”

Adrianna shook her head. “Our Captain agrees that it’s probably the one who is her killer, so insists that his programmers work hard with this. We need time.”

“Time is the thing that is always not enough.” Mireya looked at her arms.

“By the way, if Tom said he worked in the so-called IT sphere, he could know and deliberately protect her phone from unwanted persecution.”

“Agree.” Mireya snapped her fingers. “Do we have anything to begin with?”

“We checked her credit card – Leandra often bought drinks in the same cafe daily. Let’s go there, Mireya. Perhaps there we will find something that will help us find the first answer.”

After a couple of minutes, Adrianna stopped the rented red car in front of a small cafe, which was located between the next casino and some sort of night club. Sitting next to Adrianna, Mireya noticed a guy, who was smoking a cigarette; he looked up into her eyes… He put out a cigarette and threw it into the urn, still looking at Mireya he went to the club as if he saw a ghost. Mireya blinked. He recognized her. No doubt.

“You’re going?” Adrianna brought her out of her thoughts.

Mireya nodded and got out of the car. The cafe with the name Ice Tea was a one-story building, from which the smell of fresh food coffee and baking came; Mireya looked at the signboard the Hot Moon club, where that guy had fled from her field of vision.

“I don’t know what she could do here so often.” Adrianna said looking around.

On the way here, she and Mireya found her profile on Facebook, where Leandra posted her photos of her everyday life – expensive cars, elite areas of the city, expensive clothes and a decent environment was put on a public display, but now, they were in the place that was a few miles from the “crowded zone” closer to the suburbs, there could only be local residents and local workers who worked at the construction site that was actively raised only half a mile away from here.

“You know, I want to look around if you don’t mind?” Mireya said. “I don’t think I will be carried away by your police interrogation.”

Adrianna shrugged her shoulders. “Okay if you want so. But be where I could find you.”

“Of course I will.”

When Adrianna disappeared into the Ice Tea, Mireya confidently headed for the Hot Moon. She came in. The Hot Moon was a game club – billiard tables, tables for card games, a stand with the game “Happy Rabbit”, several other machines, and three computers for the tournament for some online game filled the entire room, the interior of the establishment was decorated in a space theme and the expected bright Moon, The shrouded in flames lit up the whole room in the company of the stars and the Solar System. “It’s original,” Mireya thought and took a few steps forward, but someone stopped her, taking her hand, she turned around – a young guy in a business black suit was standing behind her, reproachfully looking into her eyes.

“You can’t be here right now.” He said. “Hot Moon will be open after 9 pm.”

“Oh…” Mireya hesitated, looking at his badge with the inscription “Brandon. Security”. “Excuse me, just my friend works here and I thought…”

“It’s okay, Brandon!” The same guy that ran away from Mireya approached them. He wore a white T-shirt and classic jeans; his brown short hair was slightly dishevelled. “She is my friend, I asked her to come here. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you.”