D Is for Deadbeat

helped' him up."
    "Did they see you?"
    "I don't think so. I was standing in the shadows of this overhang, keeping out of the wet. I never saw "em look my way."
    "What happened after the fall?"
    "They just went on toward the marina."
    "Did you hear them say anything?"
    "Not really. It sounded like she was teasing him about falling down, but other than that nothing in particular."
    "Could they have had a car?"
    "I don't think so. Anyway, not that I saw."
    "What if they'd parked it in that municipal lot across the street?"
    "I guess they could have, but I don't know why they'd walk to the marina in weather like that. Seems like if they had a car it'd be easier to drive and then park it down there."
    "Unless he was too drunk. He'd had his driver's license yanked too."
    "She could have driven. She was half sober at least."
    "You've got a point there," I said. "What about public transportation? Could they have come by bus or cab?"
    "I guess, except the buses don't run that late. A cab maybe. That'd make sense."
    I was jotting down information as he gave it to me. "This is great. What's your home phone in case I need to get in touch?"
    He gave me the number and then said, "I usually work eleven to seven on weekdays."
    I made a quick note. "Do you think you'd recognize the girl if you saw her again?"
    "I don't know. Probably. Do you know who she is?"
    "Not yet. I'm working on that."
    "Well, I wish you luck. You think this'll help?"
    "I hope so. Thanks for calling. I really appreciate it."
    "Sure thing, and if you catch up with her, let me know. Maybe you can do like a police lineup or something like that."
    "Great and thanks."
    He clicked off and I finished making notes, adding this information to what I had. Dinah had spotted Daggett and the girl at 2:15 and Paul Fisk's sighting placed them right on Cabana thirty minutes before. I wondered where they'd been before that. If they'd arrived by cab, had she taken one home from the marina afterward? I didn't get it. Most killers don't take taxis to and from. It isn't good criminal etiquette.
    I hauled out the telephone book and turned to the Yellow Pages to look up cab companies. Fortunately, Santa Teresa is a small town and there aren't that many. Aside from a couple of airport and touring services, there were six listed. I dialed each in turn, patiently explaining who I was and inquiring about a 2:00 A.M. Saturday fare with a Cabana Boulevard drop off. I was also asking about a pickup anywhere in that vicinity sometime between 3:00 and 6:00 A.M. According to the morgue attendant, the watch Daggett had been wearing was frozen at 2:37, but anybody could have jimmied that, breaking the watch to pinpoint the time, then attaching it to his wrist before he was dumped. If she'd left the boat and swum ashore or rowed to the wharf and abandoned it there, it was still going to take her a little time to organize herself for the cab ride home.
    All the previous week's trip sheets, of course, had been filed and there were some heavy sighs and grumblings all around at the notion of having to look them up. Ron Coachella, the dispatcher for Tip Top, was the only cheerful soul in the lot, primarily because he'd done a records search for me once before with good results. I couldn't talk anyone into doing the file check right then, so I left my name and number and a promise that I'd call again. "Whoopee-do," said one.
    While I was talking, I'd been doodling on the legal pad, running my pencil around idly so that the line formed a maze. I circled the note about the green skirt.
    Hadn't that old bum pulled a pair of spike heels and a green skirt out of a trash bin at the beach? I remembered his shoving discarded clothing into one of the plastic bags he kept in his shopping cart. Hers? Surely she hadn't made her way home in the buff. She did have the raincoat, but I wondered if she might have had a change of clothes stashed somewhere too. She'd sure gone to a lot of trouble if she were setting Daggett up. This didn't look like an impulsive act, done in the heat of the moment. Had she had help? Someone who picked her up afterward? If the cab companies didn't come up with a record of a fare, I'd have to consider the possibility of an accomplice.
    In the meantime, I thought I'd better head down to the beach and look for my scruffy drifter friend. I'd seen him that morning near the public restrooms when I did my run. I tore the sheet off the legal pad and folded it, shoving it in my pocket as I grabbed