The valet pulled the Porsche around, and we hopped in.
Jack pulled away, and we headed toward the station. My phone buzzed with a call from Tiffany. I was a little surprised to hear from her.
“Good morning, deputy. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“No. Not at all. What can I do for you?”
“I met with my attorney this morning, and he made a copy of the will and the prenuptial agreement for you. I thought you might want to take a look, just to satisfy your curiosity.”
“Yes, I would indeed. When is convenient for you?”
“I’m in the Coconut Cabana at the Seven Seas if you’d like to stop by.”
“That’s perfect. We can be there in a few minutes. How are you getting along this morning?”
“I’m okay, thank you for asking. I have a headache, and my scalp is sore. I’m still a little numb from the whole thing. It just doesn’t seem real.”
“I understand.”
“Are you making any progress? Have you turned up any new leads?”
“We have a few avenues to pursue.“
“That doesn’t sound optimistic.”
“It’s the early stages. These things can take time to develop.”
“I sure do hope something turns up.”
“Me too,” I said. “We’ll talk soon.”
12
Jack pulled the car to the valet, and the kid hustled around and grabbed his door. JD slipped a few bills into his pocket and told him to keep it up front.
We hurried into the lobby, then headed outside, around the pool, and down the path to the cabanas. We made sure to take in the sights around the pool. The Seven Seas never disappointed with teeny bikinis and tanned skin slick with oil. The smell of piña coladas drifted through the air.
The path to the Coconut Cabana was lined with ferns and other tropical foliage. It was like stepping into a secluded oasis.
I knocked on the door, and a few moments later, footsteps shuffled down the foyer. The muffled sounds of the TV seeped through the door. The peephole flickered as Tiffany peered through. She unlatched the deadbolt, unhooked the chain, and pulled the door open. She greeted us with wet hair, wearing a terrycloth bathrobe, cinched at the waist. It was loose enough to show off her deep valley of all-natural cleavage. Tiffany wasquite fond of her attributes, and I don't suspect she got many complaints.
"I hope we’re not catching you at a bad time,” I said.
"No. Not at all. I just took a quick shower. I ran out so fast this morning, I didn't have a chance. I wanted to make myself look halfway presentable. I didn't realize you’d be here this quickly. I figured two busy deputies like yourselves would have plenty to do.”
I smiled. "Oh, we've got plenty to do. And this case is a priority."
"I appreciate that." She stepped aside and pulled the door wide. "Please, come in."
We stepped inside and closed the door behind us. She led us down the foyer into the living room, then grabbed the documents from the coffee table. They were contained in a brown legal folder. She handed them to me. "Those are copies. You can keep those. Read them at your leisure. You’ll see that I had no financial incentive to murder my husband."
"I'm sure. We just like to be thorough."
"You wouldn't be doing your job if you weren’t."
I brandished the documents. "Thank you. We’ll get out of your hair now.”
"No rush. I don't mind the company,” she said with an inviting gaze. "Quite honestly, I like having somebody here. I'm not sure how I made it through the night. I kept having nightmares.”
