“She sent it?”
“Didn’t she?”
“I don’t know who sent it. I picked up our mail in town that day. There was no return address. When I gave it to Harrison he wondered who sent it.”
“Did you see it?”
“Sure, we watched it together. It was cool. Harrison especially got a kick out of it. Wanted to try it with me. But . . .”
Blondie shook her head.
“And he wasn’t upset by it?”
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“No, of course not. What’s to be upset about. He loved it.”
“So when did it arrive? Can you remember?”
“While Florence was off the boat.”
“Off the boat?”
“Yeah.”
“So when was the last time you saw her?” Jesse said.
“She came up with us on the boat from Florida.”
“This trip?”
“Yeah, sure,” Blondie said.
“And everybody on the boat saw her.”
“Sure.”
Blondie sipped her wine. She hadn’t, Jesse noticed, eaten much of her California Salad.
“And everyone lied about it,” Jesse said.
“Of course we lied,” Blondie said. “We didn’t want anybody snooping around into our lifestyle.”
“So how come you are talking to me now?” Jesse said.
Blondie shrugged.
“I like you. I want to impress you. I’m drinking. I feel like it.”
“So how did she die?” Jesse said. “You know that, too?”
“No. She went ashore for a few days. Said her daddy was in town. The tape arrived while she was gone. I remember Harrison being excited to watch it with her and asking when she’d be back.”
“And it was mailed from Miami,” Jesse said.
“I didn’t notice,” Blondie said. “But that’s what Harrison told me.”
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“So if she were really here with her daddy,” Jesse said, “she couldn’t have mailed it to him.”
“Somebody could have mailed it for her,” Blondie said.
She poured herself some wine.
“Why would she go to that trouble?” Jesse said.
“Haven’t got the foggiest,” Blondie said. “You’re the damn master detective.”
“Yeah,” Jesse said. “That would be me.”
He sat and looked at the second half of his sandwich.
Blondie drank some wine.
“Do you remember when she went ashore to see her father?” Jesse said.
“Nope.” Blondie said. “No idea really. You know, Florence wasn’t a big deal to me.”
Blondie picked up a small tangerine segment from her California Salad and ate it.
“How was she when she came back?” Jesse said.
Blondie drank some wine and swallowed, pursed her lips and looked at the corner of the room for a moment.
“I don’t think she came back,” Blondie said.
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