"Then you've seen for yourself. Not a shade tree in sight; building stuck there on the side of the hill. By August the sun's hot enough to boil water. Anyway, this was a Friday morning. I remember because I got paid once a week and I had bills up to here. So I'm working away – it's just me by my lonesome. Business was never heavy and I could handle it myself. This gal comes in. She's checking the aisles, walking up and down like she has some shopping to do. Then I see her move to the rear where we had a coffee machine and a self-serve case of deli sandwiches and sweets. Customers would serve themselves, then come to the register to pay once they had everything they needed. We kept tables and chairs outside on the deck and most of 'em would take their purchases out there and watch the ocean while they ate. You had to look over the four lanes of traffic whizzing by on the toad, but you could see it all the same. Different every day. I never got tired of the sight myself. Any rate, she helped herself to a cup of coffee and a doughnut and had both of them scarfed down by the time she got to the front. She'd tossed the cup somewhere in\ back, maybe thinking I wouldn't notice she'd just had her fill. Next thing I know, she's halfway out the door. I rang up the charges and then I caught up with her. That's when she told me she was broke. Well, hell, I thought. I've been broke in my day and I don't begrudge anyone some brew and a bite to eat, so I told her I'd take care of it. She said, 'Thanks. I mean that.' Those were her exact words. 'Thanks. I mean that.' And off she went. Couldn't have taken more than four minutes all told, and I'm talking from the time she came in."

"I'm surprised you remembered her at all."

"Somebody tries to run out without paying? You better believe I remembered. Especially when she turned up dead." She paused to stub out one cigarette and light another. "Pardon my manners. I hope this doesn't bother you. Do you smoke?"

"No, but we're outside and I'm upwind. What else do you recall? Anything in particular?" I wondered how anyone could remember so brief an encounter after so much time had passed.

"Like what? Ask me questions. It's easier that way."

"How old would you say?"

"Twenties."

"Not in her teens?"

"Could have been. She was a good-sized girl."

"You mean fat?"

"I wouldn't say fat, but she as big. Big wrist bones, big feet. Had what Pop would call good child-bearing hips."

"You remember her clothes ?"

"Oh lord, I think I gave that sheriff detective all this same information at the time. Why don't you ask him?"