"She had a waffle, bacon, toast, and coffee," the waitress recited from memory. "Sat right over there by the window reading something."
Detectives Taylor and Oswald glanced over at the booth, which now seated a family of four. The diner was packed and humming with the clink of silverware and conversation.
The waitress fidgeted.
"I've got it, Shirley." Another waitress took her tabs and moved to the table wanting to leave.
"What was she reading?" asked Detective Taylor.
"I don't know. It was thick - lots of pages." She looked around anxiously at the tables full of people she was neglecting. "She had breakfast. I don't know what else I can tell you."
"Was it a brochure, a report, were there words or numbers?" Taylor fished.
"Words. Double spaced and in the center of the page."
"Like a transcript?"
"A report of what people have said at a meeting or in court."
"Could be, I guess." She put her hands on her hips and thought about the tips she was going to lose standing there answering stupid questions about some bitch who threw herself in front of a bus.
"Could we have some more coffee, please?"
"Is that all? Can I go now?"
"Was it in folder or in book form?" Oswald asked.
"Neither. It had metal clasps."
"Did it have a thick cover?"
Taylor gave Oswald a funny 'what do you know that I don't know' look.
"Did she make any calls or talk to anyone here?" asked Taylor.
"No. She ate, read, and stared out the window. Can I go now?
"One more thing," Taylor said. "How's the lunch menu?"
Oswald polished off his last sip of iced tea and looked around for something to pick his teeth. Taylor leaned back and checked his notes.
"Nothing at the scene. No folder, no transcript, nothing."
"It was a movie script," chimed Oswald. "Thick, type in the middle, three brads. My kid wrote one in college. Do you know how hard it is to find those suckers?"
"Brads. Went to five stores and had to buy like a hundred just so he could have three."
"So," Taylor said firmly. "No script, no jump?"
"Yeah. She didn't jump.