“I know. But I can’t get over the feeling that this might also have something to do with her.” She nodded to the poster of Julie Zale.

I couldn’t help but sigh. “I thought you said you weren’t in the business of solving mysteries.”

“I know, and I probably wouldn’t be thinking about it so much if Peaches hadn’t just shown up with the other woman’s bag.” She reached under the tablecloth and produced a little tooled leather purse. A prop, a ploy?

“Peaches?”

“I don’t know if that’s her real name. I guess it’s not, but she’s got this tattoo on her chest of a peach and it says Peaches in big cursive letters on top.”

The woman from the valet. The prostitute who mocked me. “Her. Yeah, I’ve seen her around.”

“Wait—where? I need to find her. I was too surprised to even ask her any questions. Like when she found the bag, and what road she was on, and maybe if she saw anything else nearby.”

“She hangs around at the casino. Sometimes she’s at one of the bars at the end of the day when I’m there. I saw her once early in the morning. I guess she had spent the night. She gave me the finger.”

That got a smile from Clara. “She doesn’t come into the spa, does she?”

“No. Or at least she hasn’t since I’ve been there.” She stared at the poster, tracing her fingers over the phone number at the bottom. “Clara. Why did you ask me to come here?”

She blew a puff of air out of her cheeks. “I guess I didn’t want to carry all this around by myself anymore. I wanted someone else to know what I see.”

“But why me? Why not Des?”

“Des doesn’t give a shit about anything as long as there’s money coming in. She believes in my gift and all, but if I tell her that I’m seeing things that don’t make sense, the first thing she’s going to worry about is whether I can still work. You know when you came in earlier this month? After I took your bracelet? I could tell, when I first met you, that you believed me. That you would listen to me. And I felt that way even though you were mad at me. Some people, even when I tell them things, about what I see, they don’t believe it. They think I’ve cheated. That I’ve looked them up online or something, I don’t know what. You’re not like that. I think you want to tell yourself that I’m crazy because what I do is weird and scary to people. It’s weird and scary to me sometimes, too. But you’re still sitting here, right?”