“All right.” Brandon let go of Mireya hand. “I hope the Boss doesn’t know.”

“Don’t worry.” The guy waved his hand.

Brandon nodded satisfactorily and left them, heading for some distance.

“Who are you?” Mireya finally asked. “How do you know me?”

“Where is Leandra?” The Stranger asked in a low voice.

“She was killed.” Mireya blurted out. “Now tell me, who are you?”

“Come with me.”

They entered a small room, where there were many monitors that shot every inch of the Hot Moon. The Stranger sat down in front of them and after taking a walkie-talkie, he said something to the unknown into it and offered Mireya to take a seat beside him; he leaned back.

“You will keep silent, right?” Mireya said irritably. “Who are you?”

“My name is Dennis.” He said. “Leandra showed me your photos together. You know, I liked you.” He grinned. “I even asked her when I could see you in the flesh, and she answered, “Only when I leave the world of the living.” I did not think she was speaking literally.”

“Dennis, here is the detective who is investigating Leandra’s case, she is from Los Angeles. Leandra was killed there at the hotel.” Mireya told him everything that had happened.

Dennis ran a hand over his chin. “I would not like to deal with the police.”

Mireya rolled her eyes. “I already heard that from another guy… What are you guys doing in this city?”

“Hey, take it easy!” Dennis giggled. “We don’t need to suspect us of… something bad, in the sense that our activities are like amateur espionage behind the Boss who only visits us just once every few weeks. Leandra worked with us, but her profile was tracking phones and bank cards, but more phones.”

Mireya was animated. “Listen, if the phone has built-in anti-tracking system, are there ways to find it?”

Dennis shrugged his shoulders. “If you really want to…”

“Someone is calling me from her phone and…” Mireya stopped, but continued to tell Dennis about the calls on behalf of Leandra.

“Well, if that’s the strange case…” Dennis took a deep breath. “I will try, but I’m sorry, I do not give any guarantees.”

Mireya nodded. “But thank you for agreeing.”

“So, are you going to tell your friend the cop?” Dennis smiled maliciously.

“I must. But she doesn’t have power in Las Vegas, don’t worry – she will not arrest you.” Mireya winked and got up. “What about Tom Walt? Is he working here?”

“No.” Dennis answered. “Tom is her ex-boyfriend.”

***

“So he lied.” Adrianna said, moving the red car along Las Vegas streets.

“Well, at least one of them did.” Mireya looked through the window at the copy of the Eiffel Tower.

“But Mireya, I don’t like it.”

“What?” Mireya looked at Adrianna.

“Well, what are you doing? You’re talking to those who might have been involved in her death. This is my job.”

“Sorry. I didn’t want to act behind you, but it happened. By the way, Dennis will call me. You will have the opportunity to talk to him.”

“I will. But here is what about Tom… I got in touch with the local department. People named Tom Walt are only a 56-year-old man, 11th school student from England and the other one is African American. So he’s the one who lied to you.”

“Damn…” Mireya rubbed her eyes, thinking what a mistake she had made. Although she didn’t understand the sequence of her actions – she had never been able to trust strangers, but with Tom and Dennis she was as open as possible. She didn’t want to think she was becoming vulnerable in some way because it was already such once… only once.

It was almost three years ago, when she and Leandra were at college parties after the last exams. There was one guy named Aron, with whom they played that popular student game among their students “Drink or True” – two players drink spirits or speak the innermost truth of life, although some have come up with this “truth” on the go even not always successfully. It was just a game… But the rules were not a game. Aron handed Mireya a strong whiskey and sitting in front of an artificial fireplace, they started,