Paula thanked him with a smile that had him running his hand over his curly blond hair.
As we walked across the lobby the well-fed loungers again paused in their conversations to stare at Paula’s ankles.
The attendant in the garage took us over to a black Lincoln.
‘That’s the job. Can’t understand why Ferris hasn’t collected it yet,’ he said. He too seemed smitten with Paula.
‘Do you remember what time she brought it in on the nightof the 12th?’I asked.
‘I can tell you. We log all cars as they come in.’
While he went over to the office, I examined the car, pushing my hands down the sides of the seats, turning up the floor mats, and going through the pockets, hoping to find some-thing she might have dropped or forgotten. I didn’t find a thing.
The attendant came back.
‘She booked in at twenty minutes to eleven.’
‘Did you see her?’