Lieutenant Inspector Rooibos drove Mona north out of the capital city of Playa along the coast to Barkadera where Jack's body had been found. Mona tried to tell him that she had no way of helping him, that she had been at the villa without transportation when Jack was killed. No matter what she said Rooibos insisted that she get out of his piece-of-shit tan police car and stand with him at the edge of the cliff he was certain Jack had been pushed off of. She stood rooted to the spot, feeling the midday heat radiating up through her thin sandals and swayed with the force of the tradewinds blowing their hot breath across the field of cactus and lizards behind her.
Any apartment luck yet? See you tomorrow night.
--Barbara
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