"Let's exchange numbers." He wrote down the information. "We could also use her friend Norma Martin to back this up. How do I reach her?"
"Not sure, I think she's a waitress at the Jardin Café."
"You've got four hours, Loraine, until three, okay? I'm giving you four hours."
She grinned. "Hey, if you aren't in the mood now, why don't we get together tonight? I don't want this to affect our relationship."
That senseless offer meant zero to him now-the affair was over. He went to the door and looked back at her. Still enticingly naked, her arms wrapped around her pulled up knees. He felt pity for her. He slowly closed the door and stood at the railing. Fresh air made it easier for him to think beyond the reality of her lying there so easily accessible.
She had confessed a murder to him; he couldn't just walk away as if it never happened. People saw him with her. In time, the police would arrest her. Better to report this and explain everything before they came looking for him.
He shouldn't be seen there. He glanced around the balcony and down below at the pool area. Two maids were talking at the foot of the stairs, and two other women were now poolside. He took the opposite direction down the back stairs to the parking lot. He held back and waited while an older couple packed the car next to his and pulled out.
This wasn't how he had intended to spend his Saturday. Two hours ago, he was going to shop for a lamp, now he was behaving like a fugitive. He wondered why he was doing this. He'd go along with it for a few hours. If he can't find Tammy and Norma by three, then he'll go to the police and then so long Loraine. He could hear the police saying "Come on, Reid, you aren't really an innocent bystander, now are you?"