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railing trying to talk to him. A few days later she went up to Ocala.”
    “So you never went up there riding with her?” asked Joe.
    “No,” she said, laughing. “Dianna didn’t need a girlfriend along for the ride.”
    “She stopped going up there in December,” said Julie. “Did she tell you why, Sabrina?”
    “Yes, she did. She said Linc was getting too serious. She said he came down and showed up at her house. For some reason, she didn’t want to go out with him around here. It didn’t really make that much sense to me. It wasn’t like Dianna was a snob or anything. Anyhow, she broke up with him the next weekend when she went to Ocala. I remember her saying that she ‘should have told him over the phone’.”
    “Did he get physical with her?” asked Joe.
    “That was the impression I got, but she never said so.”
    “Do you know Mike Menello, Sabrina?” asked Julie.
    Sabrina immediately sat back and crossed her arms.
    “Yes, I do, he’s a contractor. Why do you ask?”
    “I understand there were some hard feelings between him and Bay Street Realty, specifically with Dianna,” said Julie.
    “That had nothing to do with my office. We didn’t handle that,” she said, getting up. “Well, is there anything else I can help you with?” She looked at her watch. “I have folks coming in for a closing in a few minutes.”
    “No. That’s fine. Thank you for seeing us,” said Julie.
    Joe thanked her, too, and they left.
    Julie buckled her seat belt and looked at Joe.
    “Where was that Menello guy staying?”
    “Where does he live?” asked Joe.
    “ No . Where was he the morning Dianna died?”
    “Oh. Windsor Place. Up Apopka-Vineland Road.”
    “I know where it is. She lives on Windsor Place Drive,” said Julie.
    “Who does?”
    “ Sabrina . Her address was on the magazines.”
    •
    They went to lunch at Press 101, a wine bar in the Marketplace, and mulled over the possibility that Sabrina Nolen could be Mike Menello’s alibi. An hour later, they were walking into the Dr. Phillips Community YMCA.
    “So Barry Costello never went to Dianna’s townhouse?” asked Julie.
    “No. She trained here with him twice a week,” said Joe. “I don’t think there was anything going on between them , though. That’s him there, behind the desk.”
    “Hi, Barry,” said Joe.
    “Oh, hi, Mr. Garrett,” said Barry, stepping out from behind the desk.
    Julie hoped her face didn’t register her shock. Barry Costello was in his early twenties. He had dark curly hair and the kind of fresh-faced, blushing good looks that make teenage girls swoon. He also had a metal leg from his left knee down, ending in a sneaker.
    “This is my friend, Julie O’Hara,” said Joe. “Julie, meet Barry Costello, trainer to the Stars… at least in Dr. Phillips. No kidding! Barry’s the most popular trainer here.”
    If possible, Barry blushed some more, and led them down a corridor to the right.
    “Do you mind if we talk here in the gym? I’m coaching a girls’ basketball game here.” He looked at his watch, “In twenty minutes.”
    “I won’t take long, Barry,” said Julie. “I know you’ve already talked to Joe. I’m just trying to get a deeper understanding about Dianna Wieland from the point of view of her friends.”
    “Sure, what do you want to know?”
    “Tell me anything. What was special about her? What kind of person was she?”
    “Well…everybody knows she was beautiful. But she wasn’t vain. I mean, I don’t remember Dianna ever fussing like some girls do.” He looked at Joe. “You know how some girls just talk about their hair all the time?” Joe nodded, and Julie learned something new about men.
    Barry continued.
    “She was an art lover. She volunteered in our After School art program. Last March she helped with a trip to the Winter Park Sidewalk Art Festival and in November they took the kids to Fiesta in the Park at Lake Eola. She enjoyed the kids…said she wanted to have a daughter