"I see." Max didn't say anything more than that, and his voice was flat. He let what Johnny said be, not working it over, even though later that would happen. For now, he accepted that bit of information and pulled the bag with the remaining sandwich to him.
"What's her name?" The p.i. watched Johnny work through the files, what there was. It wasn't much. Frank either kept most of his hunches locked away in his brain until he could act on them, or there really wasn't much to go on.
"Top is a tea room; one of the girls worked there - thing is she's not the first to go missing who worked there. The others were just girls trying to make a few bucks during the summer. The next is an automat; again, a place where young women come and go. Yeah, one of the victims was there. The others, all places young women work - young women who come and go pretty easy like. Though as you go down the list, the type of young women seems to grow seedier. Not that I have anything against taxi dancers and burlesque girls, but that seems almost to be a sliding scale of type of girl. What I don't get is the tea room doesn't fit - the rest a man can walk in no problem, but that tea room? It's usually women, very few men, save for when they've got some special speaker for the garden club." Max shrugged. Yeah, he might have made a few calls, and done a little research.