their problems and be pampered. I wanted it to be… bliss!”
She laughed but it was cut short, her eyes filling with tears. “My God, I just can’t believe this. Poor Vera and Beverly. She just loved that little girl. I remember we threw her a baby shower right here—the staff and the clients. Her clients adored her. It was right before she went on bedrest, thank goodness. She went on bedrest very early. But we made sure she had everything she needed before that. Then we didn’t see her for months. She went and stayed with her brother until Beverly came.”
“Her brother?” Josie said. “Floyd?”
“Oh, I don’t remember his name. I just know she had an older brother—”
“Who lived in Georgia,” Josie said.
“I don’t know where he lived. Vera just told us he would take care of her while she was on bedrest. The next time we saw her, she had that beautiful little baby.”
Josie asked, “Did Vera ever talk about Beverly’s father?”
“No, not that I recall. She just said he didn’t want to be involved. But she was over the moon to be a mother. Beverly was so sweet.”
Sara’s face fell as if she’d remembered something disturbing.
Josie said, “Until she wasn’t.”
“I don’t want to say—look, it was hard on Vera being a single mother. Children can be very difficult, especially when they get to be a bit older, eleven or twelve. Right before puberty.”
“Beverly had behavioral issues,” Josie filled in.
“Yes,” Sara said, an air of resignation around her. “Please believe me, I don’t mean to speak ill of the dead.”
“I’m only looking for facts,” Josie told her. “Regardless of any issues that Beverly may have had in her short lifetime, my job is to find who killed her and put that person away for a very long time.”
Sara smiled sadly. “Vera had her tested, professionally. By both a psychiatrist and a psychologist. She was… wild. Disrespectful. It started when she turned eleven or twelve, I think. I’m really not sure. I remember it though because Vera was so distressed. She came in here day after day, often crying, saying to the other girls, ‘what happened to my sweet baby girl?’ The other women who had children would laugh and tell her that this was just a phase, but privately Vera told me it was more than that. Beverly was… destructive. She broke things around the house, flew into rages. I think that Vera was afraid of her—and I suppose rightly so, because they had an argument, and Beverly pushed her down the steps.”
Josie nodded. “I’m aware of that incident.”
“It was an accident. It really was. I went over there a few times afterward to help out. Beverly was genuinely contrite.”
“Did Vera ever tell you what the results of the psychiatric or psychological consultations were?” Josie asked.
“No. Only that Beverly suffered from low self-esteem, low impulse control, and depression. They talked about medicating her, but Vera was strongly against it. Things between them settled a bit after Vera’s accident.”
“Vera quit after that?” Josie asked.
“I kept her on as long as I could, first part-time and then whenever she could pick up a shift, but it became too much for her. I would have kept her on forever if I could. She was very talented and very personable. Her clients were devastated when she quit. Some of them had become extremely close with her. I believe they were friends outside of the salon.”
“After she quit,” Josie said, “did Vera keep in touch? Maintain friendships here?”
“Oh sure,” Sara replied. “But they fell off over the years until we stopped hearing from her at all.”
“What about her clients?” Josie said.
“Well, I wouldn’t know. They kept coming here, but I didn’t hear any of them discuss her.”
“Do you remember if any of her clients were named Alice? Or co-workers, maybe?”
“No. I don’t remember having any Alices.”
“I realize you don’t keep records that far back, but do you remember any of the names of any of her old clients? The ones who were very friendly with her?”
Sara shook her head. “I know I don’t have records going that far back.”
Josie said, “How about your other employees? Do you have any current employees who worked here when Vera was here?”
“I do have two girls—women—I could ask them. Or you could. They’re not on till later this evening. I’m not sure either of them would remember more than I do.”
“If you could ask them about Vera’s clients, that would be very helpful,” Josie said.
Sara clapped her hands