Page 78 of What She Saw
“When did you move into the woods?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Humor me.”
Jim shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“What band was playing?”
“Hard rock. Moody Manic, I think.”
Taggart had the band lineup and was using their performance schedules as his base timeline. “About midnight.”
“I guess. It was raining. I was soaked.”
That fit with the timeline. “So, you’re in the woods. How many people would you say were there?”
“Two hundred. Three hundred. I’m not sure. What’s with the obsession with the woods?”
Taggart ignored the question. “Did you see any disturbances in the woods?”
“Like what?”
“You tell me.”
“A few of the guys got a little rowdy.”
“What does that mean?”
“There was one guy who saw a chick he liked. She kept saying no, but he wasn’t listening.”
“Happen to know any names?” he asked.
“No names. But the chick was carrying a blue guitar. She was in the woods to keep it dry.”
Laurie was the Blue Guitar Girl. She’d exited the stage minutes after 11:00 p.m. “Do you know the guy’s name?”
“No. It was filled with folks from other places. I didn’t see anyone I knew.”
“And what happened to the girl with the blue guitar?”
“I don’t know.”
“You remembered the blue guitar.”
“It was different. Hard to miss.”
“What did the woman with the blue guitar look like?”
“Pretty. Had a nice smile. Hot.”
“Any more of a description?”
“Nice tits.”
“And you didn’t notice where this hot woman went?”
“She was hanging with another chick. She was cute, too. Spun around like she was a dancer. The two drifted off into the shadows. Thinking about what they were doing made me hard.”
