‘You sent Pete a note too, didn’t you?’ I said. ‘When I first showed at the motel you thought that Pete had told me you were in Spanish Beach.’ Jo-Jo nodded. ‘Yeh, I sent him a note. Him and Anna.’ ‘But you didn’t mention cars or your job,’ I said, ‘and you probably didn’t mail it right in Spanish Beach.’ ‘I just said the weather was fine. I figured he’d know I meant I was okay,’ Jo-Jo explained. ‘I guess I mailed it the night I went over to the bike races in Flamingo.’ ‘That was lucky,’ I said. ‘Lucky?’ Jo-Jo said. ‘Someone told Roth you were in, or near, Spanish Beach,’ I said. ‘He looked in Flamingo first, and then he looked around the town for a while because he figured you’d never go near the speedway. He was too damned clever for his own good.’ Jo-Jo blinked at me. ‘But Pete hired you.’ ‘Yeh,’ I said. ‘He hired me’ At the hospital they did not want to let us see Pete at first. I told them that it was police business and important.
