Orchid Blues

Holly took a magnifying glass from her desk. "That's it; Lake Winachobee; about a tenth the size of Okeechobee." She looked more closely. "But there's no town by that name, and only one road going to the lake."

"Maybe she lives down that road somewhere."

"Could be. Who talked to her?"

"I'll find out." Hurd went into the squad room.

Holly continued looking at the area of the lake through her glass. Little lines indicated that it was a swampy area.

Hurd came back with Vicky Berg, one of her policewomen. "Here's your interrogator."

"Morning, Vicky. You talked to Emily, ah, what's her name?"

"Harston. Yes, I questioned her."

"What were your impressions?"

"She's late thirties, pretty in a plump sort of way, very quiet. And pregnant, I think, unless her weight just made her look pregnant."

"Anything else?"

"She answered my questions as best she could, gave me a good account of the robbery, but she didn't volunteer anything."

"She was reticent?"

"Yes, much more than the others. All the others I questioned couldn't stop talking about the robbery."

"Did you read anything into that?"

"Not really. I just thought she was probably shy or not a talkative person. She did strike me as being very bright, though; something in her eyes said that to me."

Holly looked back at Emily Harston's perso

"His signature is on most of the forms. He must be a perso

"Has anyone interviewed Mr. Willams?"

"Not yet."

Holly stood up. "I think I'll go see him."

At the bank, Holly asked for Mr. J. Williams.

"That's Mrs. Joy Williams," the receptionist said. She made a quick call. "She's in. Just go up the stairs there; she's in room three-oh-eight."

Holly climbed the stairs, walked down a hallway and found the office. A fiftyish woman in a dark suit rose to greet her.

"Mrs. Williams?"

"Call me Joy, Chief. Have a seat."

Holly sat down.

"I expect you're investigating our robbery."

"I am."

"Well, that's about the most excitement we've ever had around here. I've been here fifteen years, and…" Her face fell. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry. You lost-"

"Yes, but…"

"I shouldn't have said that."

"Please don't worry about it, Mrs. Williams."

"Joy, please."

"Joy, have you been in perso

"Just for the past eight years."

"So you know most of the people who work here?"

"I know all of them."

"What about the newer people, Franklin Morris and Emily Harston?"

"Frank came to us from Miami, and he's fitted right in around here. He's made friends in the bank, and he and his wife go to my church."

"Which church is that?"

"First Baptist."

"What about Emily Harston? She's pretty new."

"Yes, but she's a real good worker. I've had very good reports from her supervisor."

"Do you know where she goes to church?"

"No, I don't. Emily doesn't live in Orchid Beach, and I don't think she's mixed with folks the way a lot of others do."

"Her perso

"You know, I'm not real sure. I remember when I hired her, she said it was half an hour, forty-five minutes away, depending on traffic."

"Do you know her husband?"

"No, I haven't met him. We had a company picnic last month-it's an a

"Do you know if she's particularly friendly with any of the other employees?"

"Well, I see her in the bank's kitchen at lunchtime, and she usually sits alone, unless one of the other tellers joins her. We've just got a microwave and a refrigerator and a few tables; most people bring their own lunch."

"Is there anyone else at the bank who's new?"

"Those are the only two," Williams said. "We don't have a lot of employee turnover; this is a good place to work."

"Joy, can you think of anyone at the bank who may have been having financial difficulties? I mean, a lot of debt, late paying bills, checks bouncing, that sort of thing?"

"No, I can't think of anyone. The bank expects its employees to be financially responsible. If an employee had his wages garnished or bounced checks, he'd be in trouble. We're a bank, after all."

Holly stood up. "Well, thank you, Joy. I wonder if you'd do me a small favor."

"Sure, if I can."

"Would you come downstairs with me and point out Frank Morris and Emily Harston?"

"Sure, be glad to."

Holly followed her down the stairs and stopped at the bottom.

"Now, look over there at the platform-that's what we call it- that's where the bank's officers sit."

"Right."

"Frank is at the third desk on the right."

Holly found him, a slender, rather handsome man with dark hair and a mustache.

"And Emily is in the fourth teller's cage over there."

Holly saw the woman, and she was as Vicky had described her: plump and pretty. "Was she at that cage during the robbery?"

"I believe so; that's her regular position."

"Thank you, Joy. You've been a big help."

"Do you think that either one of them was somehow involved in the robbery?"

"Oh, no, Joy, nothing like that. We just always look at the newer employees in a case like this. I'm sure they're both fine people."

"I'm relieved to hear that," Williams said.

Holly thanked her for her help and left the bank. Outside, she sat in her car and waited. The bank closed in a few minutes, and she wanted to see where Emily Harston went when she left work.

11

Emily Harston left the bank five minutes after closing time and went to her car, an older, but presentable, pale blue Ford Escort. She got in, fastened her seat belt, backed out of her space and drove away. Holly, parked on the street nearby, followed her.

Holly stayed four or five cars back, even though she was driving her usual unmarked car. If Emily Harston was co

Emily drove to a strip shopping center on the west side of Orchid Beach, parked her car and went into the supermarket. Twenty-five minutes later, Holly watched through a window as she paid for her groceries in cash. She emerged from the store pushing a heavily laden cart and went back to her car. She loaded the groceries, returned the cart to the place provided and drove out of the parking lot, turning west again.

Holly followed at an even more discreet distance as Emily proceeded across the South Bridge and headed west toward the interior of the state. Twenty minutes later, she signaled left, made the turn and disappeared from sight. Holly slowed as she approached the turnoff and was surprised to see that there were no street signs or signposts at the turn, just a dirt road headed straight south. Holly could see down it about a quarter of a mile, and the blue Escort was no longer visible.

Holly turned into the road and drove slowly down it. After a quarter of a mile, the road turned southwest, and there followed another straight stretch. Half a mile later, the road turned south again, and this time, Holly stopped her car, got out, walked to the turn and peered down the road. Another straight stretch lay ahead.