Body of Evidence. Patricia D Cornwell

The living room was a hodgepodge of junkyard furniture: a couch and overstuffed chair in ugly shades of pink and green, several mismatched lamps fashioned from odd things like conch shells and coral, and a coffee table constructed from what appeared to have been an oak door in a former life. Scattered about were painted coconuts, starfish, newspapers, shoes, and beer cans, the damp air sour with decay.

“How did Beryl find out about the room you were renting?” I asked, sitting on the couch.

“At Louie’s,” he replied, switching on several lamps. “Her first few nights here she was staying at Ocean Key, a pretty nice hotel on Duval. I guess she figured out in a hurry that was going to cost her some bucks if she planned to stick around a while.”

He sat down in the overstuffed chair. “It was maybe the third time she’d come to Louie’s for lunch. She would just get a salad and sit there and stare out at the water. She wasn’t working on anything then. She would just sit. It was kind of weird the way she would hang around. I mean we’re talking hours, like most of the afternoon. Finally, and like I said, I think it was the third time she’d come to Louie’s, she wandered down to the bar and was leaning against the railing, looking out at the view. I guess I felt sorry for her.”

“Why?” I asked.

He shrugged. “She looked so damn lost, I guess. Depressed or something. I could tell. So I started talking to her. She wasn’t what I’d call easy, that’s for sure.”

“She wasn’t easy to get to know,” I agreed.

“She was hard as hell to hold a friendly conversation with. I asked her a couple of simple questions, like ‘This your first visit here?’ Or Where are you from?’ That sort of thing. And sometimes she wouldn’t even answer me. It’s like I wasn’t there. But it was funny. Something told me to hang in there with her. I asked her what she liked to drink. We started talking about different kinds. It sort of loosened her up, caught her interest. Next thing, I’m letting her try out a few favorites on the house. First a Corona with a twist of lime, which she went nuts over. Then the Barbancourt, like I fixed you. That was real special.”

“No doubt that loosened her up quite a bit,” I remarked.

He smiled. “Yeah, you got that straight. I mixed it pretty strong. We started shooting the breeze about other things, and next thing you know she’s asking me about places to stay in the area. That’s when I told her I had a room, and I invited her to come see it, told her to stop by later if she wanted. It was a Sunday, and I’m always off early on Sundays.”

“And she came by that night?” I inquired.

“It really surprised me. I sort of figured she wouldn’t show. But she did, found the place without a hitch. By then Walt was home. He used to stay at the Square selling his shit until dark. He’d just come in, and the three of us started talking and hitting it off. Next thing, we’re walking around Old Town, and end up in Sloppy Joe’s. Being a writer and all, she really flipped out, went on and on about Hemingway. She was one smart lady, I’ll tell you that.”

“Walt was selling silver jewelry,” I said. “In Mallory Square.”

“How’d you know that?” PJ asked, surprised.

“The letters Beryl wrote,” I reminded him.

He stared off in sadness for a moment.

“She also mentioned Sloppy Joe’s. I got the impression she was very fond of you and Walt.”

“Yeah, the three of us could put away some beer.” He picked a magazine off the floor and tossed it on the coffee table.

“You both may have been the only friends she had.”

“Beryl was something.”

He looked at me. “She was something. I’d never met anybody like her before, and probably won’t again. Once you got past that wall of hers, she was some fine lady. Smart as shit,” he said again, resting his head on the back of the chair and staring up at the paint-peeled ceiling. “I used to love to hear her talk. She could say things just like that.”

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