“Ignore them?”
“Write snotty things on their Facebook pages under an assumed name.”
“Why would you even want to have dinner with them if you’re so afraid they’re going to kill you?”
“I’m a big believer in that famous saying.”
“ ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you?’ ”
“ ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ ”
I gave her “the look.” “So what do you make of this drug overdose speculation?”
“It’s not speculation. I told you they killed Krystal. And now we know what method they used. All the police have to figure out is how they slipped it to her and when.”
“Shouldn’t the police first have to determine who had access to the drug?”
“I can tell them that. Bobbi and Dawna.”
“But what if that can’t be proven?”
Her mouth rounded into an O. “Are you suggesting they didn’t do it?”
“No! But how can you be sure someone didn’t slip her the lethal overdose even before she left Texas? What if Bobbi and Dawna were only two names in a long list of people who might have wanted her dead?”
Her mouth snapped shut. Her eyes lit up. “Eww. You mean like the ex-husband who just remarried and wanted to stop his alimony payments? Or the half sister who was suing her over the family inheritance? Or the woman who was married to the man she was having the affair with?”
I stared at her, dumbstruck. “Holy crap, Jack. Do the police know about this?”
“Not from me, they don’t. Remember? They didn’t bother to interview me. But Bobbi and Dawna know her history, so if the police asked for background on her, the girls probably recited a whole litany of people who wished she’d disappear. Can you think of a better way for them to divert suspicion away from themselves?”
“Well, someone obviously found a way to kill her, but if it was your peroxide twins, when would they have had an opportunity to do it?”
“Dinner two nights ago?”
I crooked my mouth. “I didn’t notice any sleight of hand going on, did you?”
“What about the motion sickness pill Krystal took?”
“It was a softgel. Aren’t softgels pretty much tamperproof ? Besides, she gave one to Woody at breakfast yesterday morning, so if she died from ingesting a lethal softgel from that bottle, Woody should be dead, too.” I replayed the day at warp speed in my head. “Did the four of you pick up anything to eat in Étretat?”
“We bought bottled water, but Krystal never opened hers, at least not while she was with me.”
“Who was Krystal’s cabin mate?”
“No one. Victor wanted us to be able to move around without bumping into each other, so we each have our own cabin, which is an absolute godsend. After I hung up all my stuff, there wasn’t an inch to spare in the closet, so if I’d had to share the space, my unlucky roommate would have had to hang her clothes in the bathroom. Can you imagine what that would have done to my daily shower routine?”
“Did you visit each other’s cabins for any length of time the day we boarded?”
“We shmoozed in the lounge.” She flopped her hand backward at the wrist. “You know, greater visibility. When you look as good as we do, you want to be seen.”