“Not around the Cabanita,” the blonde said hastily. “I haven’t seen them anywhere. I thought I had for a minute, something about the girl’s eyes.”
“We were walking in the park. This girl was seated on a bench and someone had a camera. She didn’t want any pictures taken.”
“This girl?”
“No, I’m certain it wasn’t the same one. I just thought it was for a minute.”
“Do you,” I asked the blonde, “spend a good deal of time at the Cabanita?”
She nodded, looked over at Bob Elgin.
Bob Elgin said, “My wife does an interpretive Egyptian dance. She’s on the programme. The rest of the time she sort of mingles around and helps keep the party moving.”
“I see,” I said.
Elgin looked at me. The blonde smiled.
“Anything else?” Elgin asked.