When Marla returned, she said gloomily that all of her regular sources said yes, they’d heard Holly and Warren had had something going, but they all thought it had ended a long time ago.
“Give me something to do,” she said.
I gave her one year’s worth of notes. She flipped through the pages and made a face. “What am I looking for in this run-together chicken scratch, Sherlock?”
I felt embarrassed that I hadn’t at least typed up the notes when the group had ended, but back then, there hadn’t seemed to be any point. “What we should search for at this point is Holly’s settlement with George.”
Marla shook her head. “All right, I’ll try to look for numbers.”
Half an hour later, neither one of us had been able to find the details of Holly’s financial situation. But I was sure they’d been in
