April 26, 2010
Maxine's unexpected guest caused her to trail her lipstick. "Detective Clark, goddamnit," she bellowed. "How are you dear?" Clark asked, taking a seat. "Don't placate me," Maxine said. "I still haven't seen Chocolatte." The detective crossed and uncrossed his legs uncomfortably. "This isn't about Chocolatte. Where were you the night of the murder?" Maxine adjusted her wig. "Why, where did you want me to be?" she asked. "I..." Maxine turned, placed a curled red fingernail to the detective's lips. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me, DEAR," she said seductively. "So long as you get the fuck off this case!"