'So supposedly she pulled a fit, left the party, and said she was splitting town.'
'That's what he said.'
'Did you believe him?'
'We didn't think about it one way or the other.'
'Then he gave you the money.'
'Our bonus.'
'How big of a bonus?'
She looked at Travis, then down at the desk. 'Five,' she said, very softly.
'Five what?'
'Thousand.'
'A five-thousand-dollar bonus?'
'The catering bill must have been fifty, sixty thousand. It was like a tip.'
'Cash?'
Nod.
'In a suitcase?'
'A paper bag- big one, like from a supermarket.'
'Five-thousand-dollar tip in a bag.'
'It wasn't all for us. He told us to distribute it to the others.'
'What others?'
'The other servers.'
'The people from the Sand Dollar?'
'That's right.'
'Names.'
'A guy named Lenny-'
'Lenny Korcik?'
Nod. 'And Doris and two other women, Mary and Sue.'
'Mary Andreas and Sue Billings.'
'If you know, why are you asking?'
'Korcik's dead and Doris lives in Ventura,' I said. 'Where are Mary and Sue?'
'I don't know. Both were temps- hippies. I think they hitchhiked into town together. They stuck around maybe another month or two, then split, no notice.'
'Together?'
'I think Sue ran off with a truck driver who came into the restaurant, and a couple days later Mary joined up with some surfers driving up the coast. Or maybe it was down the coast, I don't remember. We weren't close or anything. They were hippies.'
'But you split the money with them.'
'Sure, they worked.'
'Even split?'
Long inhalation. 'No, why should we? I contracted the whole thing. And Tom and I ended up doing all the cleanup.'
'How much did you give them?'
She mumbled something.
'What's that?'
'Two-fifty.'
'Two-fifty for each of them?'
Nod.
'Leaving four thousand for you and Tom.'
'They didn't complain. They were happy to get anything.'
'Doris, too?'
'Why not?'
'She doesn't seem like a very happy person.'
'You'd have to ask her about that.'
'We will, once we find her. Where did Tom take her, two nights ago?'
She wrung her hands and let loose a stream of filthy words. Cursing Sherrell Best for spying on her.
'Where?' I said.
'She needed a ride to the airport, so he took her.'
'Vacation for her, too?'
She didn't answer.
'Gwen,' I said wearily, 'if you want to talk, fine. If not, you're on your own.'
'Give me a chance,' she said. 'This is hard, remembering all this stuff… Okay, she decided to split town. She got nervous after you came asking around. She thought you were Best's son- we all did. Raking things up again. She didn't want the hassle.'
'Nervous about her role in the cover-up.'
'It wasn't like that. Like I said, there was no big plot. We just…'
'You just what?'
'Kept our mouths shut. Can't catch any flies that way.'
Bitter smile.
'Did Doris see something the rest of you didn't?'
'Maybe- okay, okay, but it's not any big deal. She wasn't even sure herself. It was probably nothing.'
Another tug at the bodice.
'What did she see, Gwen?'
'It was- she put the kids to sleep, left to get a drink. When she got back, one of the kids was gone and the door to the outside was open. She went out looking, finally found the kid wandering around in back; there were a lot of trees, paths. And all these other cabins. Like a big summer camp- it used to be a nudist colony. The kid was spaced out. When Doris picked her up, she started babbling. About bad men, monsters, hurting a girl, something like that. Doris figured she was having a bad dream and took her back. But when she put her in bed, the kid started screaming, woke up the other kid, and got that one crying too. Doris said it was a real hassle, they were really making noise. But with all the music from the party, you couldn't hear it. Finally got them both quiet.'
'What made her suspect the kid might have really seen something?'
'When Karen didn't show up and I told her the same story I told the others.'
'What was that?'
'That she hated her father and he was coming out to bring her back home, so she was going to split town.'
'The others believed it, but Doris didn't?'
'She said Karen had told her she liked her father.'
'Did Doris tell the others that?'
Headshake. 'Lenny was into plants, real stupid; he'd believe anything. Mary and Sue were hippies; they hated their folks.'
'So Doris kept her story to herself.'
Shrug.
'Why didn't you tell them Lowell's story about the fight?'
'I told you, he didn't want any of that getting out. Nothing that could connect Karen to him. Actually, he made up the other story as a replacement. At first he said to say her father abused her. I didn't make it that strong.'
'Why not?'
'It just wasn't right- too much.'
Looking at me, as if for praise.
'So the others bought it,' I said, 'but Doris didn't. And she started to wonder if the little kid had seen something happen to Karen.'
'She didn't know anything for sure, but she came to me and told me about finding the kid. Kind of thinking out
