“Hello, there, Paul,” he said. “Seems you’ve picked yourself a good spot. Plenty of pretty girls and plenty to keep your eyes busy.”
“Too much,” Conrad said, pulling up another tub chair. “I had no idea this place got so crowded over the week-end. My boys are going crazy trying to keep a check on everyone.”
“Are they doing it?”
“Out here it’s hopeless, but no one enters the hotel without being scrutinized.”
Forest sat down.
“How’s it going?”
Conrad pulled a face.
“She’s safe enough, but she’s getting depressed. I’m afraid Weiner sowed a lot of seeds of doubt in her mind. Now she has had time to get over the shock of his death, she’s regretting having talked. We may have trouble with her later. She may even try to back out giving evidence.”
“Have you got her statement signed yet?”
Conrad shook his head.