“We"ll be early.” Rey nodded to the rented Toyota Tercel clock, which read 6:45. We were due at Lula"s at 8:00.
“I saw a seafood restaurant a mile back. Let"s share a bite.”
Ten minutes later we were seated by a burbling fish fountain near a small curved bar, drinking in the upbeat energy and made-from-scratch iced teas, and enjoying a sizeable grilled-seafood appetizer plate.
Rey sighed. “I guess Eddy baby"s a dead end for the moment.”
“Better a dead end than dead,” I said flatly, then sighed. “Maybe he knew the murderer and decided to do some blackmailing. He did have those magazines. Maybe he thought he"d be able to afford a sportscar or house in the near future.”
Rey absently twirled her straw. “Then what happened? The blackmailee took offense and scared Eddy into running? Somethi
