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Eve tried a few more angles, but realized she’d wrung that source dry. Asner hadn’t given names of clients or specific business with them to friends.
But she had a fresh bone to chew. It appeared as though the killer had contacted Asner, not the other way around.
When she arrived at Roundtree’s the house droid informed her Mr. Roundtree was still on the set, and Ms. Burkette was not at home. Better yet, Eve decided.
“I need to review the theater area and the roof.”
“Do you want me to contact Ms. Burkette?”
“What for?”
“I … It’s not the usual practice to allow someone to wander the house without Ms. Burkette or Mr. Roundtree in residence.”
“I’m not someone. I’m the cop serving as primary investigator on a homicide, one that occurred in this house.”
“We’re all very upset.”
“I’m sure you are. You’ll probably be less upset when the individual who murdered Ms. Harris is identified, apprehended, and charged. So, I’m going to work toward that by reviewing the areas I mentioned.”
“Of course. I’ll show you to the theater.”
“I know the way.” Eve took out her PPC, pulled up Asner’s ID shot. “Does he look familiar?”
“No.” The droid went into that momentary dead pause as it scanned. “No. I don’t know him.”
“You never saw him around the neighborhood?”
“I have nothing in memory. Is there something I can get for you while you … review?”
“No, but thanks. I’ll let myself out when I’m done.”
Eve went directly to the theater. She stood for a few minutes, bringing the scene back into her mind as it had been that night. Everyone milling around, getting drinks or desserts, talking in little groups or lounging in the chairs.
Big, happy group, she thought. Except for Harris. She’d been sulky and withdrawn, off to herself.
Drinking and watching, Eve thought now, annoyed she’d paid so little attention to the woman.
Of course neither of them had known Harris would end up dead in under an hour.
She dimmed the lights, took the chair she’d had that evening, and tried, again, to bring it back.
She’d been focused on the screen, but Roundtree had never been far away. Seated near during the show.
People laughing, or calling out remarks. She closed her eyes, heard Mavis’s wacky giggle, Andrea’s voice making some comment. But when? When?
She couldn’t be sure.
Lots of laughter—gurgles of it, shouts of it, groans of it. Roarke murmuring in her ear when Marlo fumbled her prop weapon during a take.
All right, not what she heard then, there was too much of it. What hadn’t she heard.
No comments from Harris, at least none that had reached the front of the theater. None from Valerie, Preston, Steinburger. Again, not that she’d heard. Nothing from Connie after the first few minutes.
Julian? He’d said something, his voice slurred from the wine. Early on, she thought. Maybe.
She brought up the lights again, studied the layout. A good-sized room, the sloped floor allowing every chair or sofa a good, unobstructed view of the screen. One exit on the side, and the main in the rear.
Easy in and out, and they hadn’t been seated in a tight group. People had spread out, and as Roundtree had drawn both her and Roarke to the front, seated them, she hadn’t seen exactly where everyone settled.
