“It would be my pleasure,” Vera said. She heaved herself up from the chair again. “But first, if you don’t mind, I’m going to have some coffee. Won’t you join me?”

“That’s a good idea,” Drue said. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“How do you take yours?”

“Black, one sugar,” Drue said.

Vera returned with a small tray holding a pair of bone-china coffee mugs. She handed one to her guest and settled back into her lounge chair. “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to tell me your theory. About what happened to Colleen,” Drue said.

“Right. At first, I was convinced she’d run away. I never liked her husband. None of her friends did. He was cold and bossy, you’d call him controlling today. They were total opposites in every way. Colleen was so lively and vivacious. Very popular with the patients. Especially the male patients.” She winked at this last statement.

“One of my father’s old friends was a detective who worked on the case, just in a marginal way, and he said there were rumors back then that Colleen and Allen were … swingers?”

Vera blinked. “That’s a new one. I could maybe see Colleen being interested in that. She was … frisky, shall we say? But Allen Hicks? No. I just can’t imagine him doing anything that unconventional. Colleen told me confidentially that he hit the ceiling one time when she suggested they try something different in the bedroom.”

“This retired detective,” Drue said. “He also said Colleen might have stolen pills, from the dentist’s office.”

Vera smiled as she gazed out the window of the bungalow at a white egret picking at something in the grass at the edge of the seawall. “Did he, now?”

“Was that true?”

The older woman shrugged. “Does it surprise you that we experimented with drugs back then? We were young and curious. And it wasn’t like we were selling them. Don’t tell me you’ve never tried an occasional controlled substance.”

“No, I couldn’t say that,” Drue admitted.

“I’m curious. What’s the name of this detective you’ve been chatting with?”

“Um, well, I’m not sure he’d want me sharing his name. He sort of told me this in confidence.”

“Not fair,” Vera said, wagging a finger at Drue. “Here I am, opening up to you, and yet you seem very reluctant to share what you know. I wonder why that is?”

“I’m in an awkward position,” Drue said. “I wouldn’t want my father or his friend knowing I’m poking around in this old case.”

Vera sipped her coffee and her pale blue eyes drilled into Drue over the rim of her mug.

She sighed as she set the mug down. “Then I think we’ve reached an impasse. Trust goes both ways, you know.”