Linda turned to Faith. “Remember the Woman in Black and Jocko, the linebacker-looking guy?”
Faith nodded. “He actually is one.”
“Both spoke to Howdy—I mean, Quist. For a few minutes. Both seemed to make him happy,” I offered casually.
“Happier than he already was?” Hammill.
“Happier than he was tipsy, yes.”
The detective looked from me to Faith. “Tell me about the Woman in Black first, maybe starting with her name.”
“I’ve heard her called ‘sugah’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and ‘sweetness’. Pick one or all four.” She smiled amiably and waved to Felicity, motioning her empty cup.
Felicity strolled forward with a steaming pot and refilled it, her gaze riveted on Hammill.
“The Woman in Black will occasionally smoke black cigarette on the patio. Keeps them in a gold-and-rhinestone case. They’re
