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“Who was the developer?” Rachel asked.
“Hal,” she called out. “Who was the developer of Sea Breeze Villas?”
“It was my old tennis buddy Trent’s cousin,” he called back. “Simon Blair.”
“That’s right,” she said. “His son was a famous swimmer. Grandson too. Kind of a notorious family right now, if you haven’t already heard. The Scott Blair trial?” She looked at Rachel to see if she’d heard of it. Rachel nodded.
“Well, in the early nineties, Simon and his son Greg built their first retirement units. Made a lot of money. Enough to build more. And then more. I was at school with Simon. His family was dirt poor. Used to come to school in hand-me-down shoes with holes in them. His dad was a two-bit renovator. These days the family own properties up and down the coast.”
“What can you tell me about the Stills family?” Rachel asked.
“I only know bits and pieces,” said Estelle. “Hope came backafter Ed Stills died. She had two children, both out of wedlock. In those days, people talked. Hope moved into her grandfather’s house and lived there with her daughters. Everyone thought that house was a health hazard. Ed lived like a hermit. But I heard that Hope fixed the place up real nice.
“Hal,” she said, handing her husband some coins. “I’m parched. Won’t you get us drinks from the vending machine? What’s your name, honey?”
“It’s Rachel.”
“What a lovely name. Very biblical,” she said. “Where was I?”
“You were telling me about Hope Stills.”
“Such a shame when she came down with cancer. One of those leukemias. She used to work at my local supermarket. Such a bright, vivacious girl. She was a little, you know, out there. She put pink dye in her hair once. Had butterfly tattoos on her ankle. I asked after her when I hadn’t seen her for a while. The cashier told me that she was sick. They gave her an office job, but she couldn’t manage the hours. A few months later, they said she’d died. I heard her daughter died, too. Jenny. She was the oldest one.”
“Do you know anything about her daughters?”
“Jenny had a reputation. Just like her mother. Hope was barely seventeen when she was born. I heard that she didn’t even know which boy was the father.”
“What do you know about Jenny’s death?”
Estelle shrugged. “We were down in Florida for my brother’s wedding that summer. I remember it well, though. It was the same summer that we lost two boys in that awful car crash. I played bridge with one of the dead boys’ mothers. She was heartbroken. Her only child,” she said. “I vaguely remember hearing something about how the older Stills girl went swimming one night and drowned. There was talk that she’d been skinny-dipping with aboy,” she said with a meaningful glance. “Apparently she did that a lot.” She paused as her husband returned with the soda cans. She passed one to Rachel and then opened her own and took a sip.
“Any chance you might know the name of the boy who went swimming with Jenny that night?” Rachel asked.
“I don’t think I ever knew his name,” said Estelle. “It was a long time ago. I was a different person then. Younger. Prettier. And with a better memory. Wasn’t I, Hal?”
“Nah, you look just as pretty now as you did then,” he responded.
“He’s a born liar. Used to sell life insurance,” she told Rachel conspiratorially. “Honey, you’re asking me about things that happened a lifetime ago. Anyway, you’re talking to the wrong people. You should be speaking to Jenny’s school friends.”
“Can you give me some names?”
“Let me see,” said Estelle, closing her eyes as she thought back.
“The kids those days were thick as thieves. They spent the summers down at Morrison’s Point. My daughter may have some names. I can ask her tonight when she gets back from work. How long are you around for?”
“Two, three weeks,” said Rachel. “I’m here for the Scott Blair trial. So till whenever that ends.”
“Well, there you go, honey,” said Estelle, clapping her hands together with excitement. “You know who you should be talking to?”
“Who?”
“That lawyer. What’s his name? Hal”—she turned to her husband—“who’s that handsome young lawyer who was in today’s newspaper?”
“Mitchell Alkins,” he said.
“That’s right. Mitchell Alkins knew Jenny Stills. They were at school together. In fact, everyone said he was sweet on her. You should ask him.”
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