CHAPTER : 13Fish Finlay found a telephone book in the office next to the bar and turned the yellow pages again for the address of the Randolphs’ caterer.
“The Coast Guard plane spotted him.” The bartender had explained to him. Durban had lost interest when he heard the little waiter’s name. “They thought it was Miss Randolph, the sea gulls were making such a row out on the end of the island. The plane’s still up looking for her. This fellow I was talking to out back said there was one of her slippers got caught up on the rock. It’s funny how little things like that get you, isn’t it?”
Fish nodded and went to find the telephone book then.
The shop he was looking for was just off Bellevue Avenue on John Street, a small gold stencil on the window discreetly announcing the premises of Jean
