"I'm not doing anything right now. I'm not married. I came here from the west coast. I haven't got any permanent address."
"You're not the type."
"How do you mean that?"
"That information doesn't fit you, somehow. So it's just a temporary thing with you. You're between lives, aren't you? And maybe as restless as I am?"
"I could be."
She winked at me. "And I think you've been taking yourself too seriously lately. Have you noticed that?"
"I guess I have."
"Now what's the mystery?"
"I'm looking for something. Timmy hid something. Before he left. I know what it is. I don't know where it is. Before he died, not very many hours before he died, Timmy said, 'Cindy would know.' That's why I'm here."
"Here from the west coast, looking for Cindy. He hid something nice, then. Like some nice money?"