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“Can’t. I’m actually about to take the next witness down so we can knock out some more of these interviews.”
“All work and no play makes Sasha a dull anniversary party host,” Maisy teased.
Sasha blew out a frustrated breath. “I know, this party sucks.”
“Oh, I was just kidding. This is great.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Great?”
Maisy quickly corrected herself. “No, not great. Definitely not great.”
“It’s great if you run a true crime podcast,” Sasha said, shooting Maisy a warning look.
In return, Maisy batted her eyelashes. “I’m offended. You don’t think I’m going to try to turn this tragedy into fodder for my show, do you?”
Sasha met Daniel’s eyes over Maisy’s mass of curls. He was biting back a laugh. Sasha didn’t bother to hold her laughter in.
Maisy pouted. “Oh, okay, you caught me. But if I don’t take good notes and turn this into at least one episode, Jordana is going to have my hide.”
Jordana was Maisy’s producer. She was also all of nineteen.
“When your producer isn’t old enough to rent a car, you should have standing to overrule her,” Sasha informed her.
“Why on earth would I want to overrule her? This is juicy. You should hear the way these people are talking about Rex.”
“I told you,” Daniel chimed in.
Sasha shook her head. Then she searched the room and met Tessa’s eyes. She gestured to the door, and Tessa nodded.
Before she left, Sasha made her way over to the piano and leaned in to give Chris a hug. “You’re playing my favorite song.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll play it for you again when this is all over.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Go find a killer.”
“I’ll do my level best,” she promised.
“I know.” He gave her a warm smile before he turned his attention back to the keys.
She caught up with Tessa at the doorway. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
As they hurried down the hallway, Sasha caught a glimpse of Hank and Bodhi’s silhouettes through the frosted glass of the office behind the reception desk, who’d managed to make their way into John and Hatty’s inner sanctum. Now she could only hope they’d find walkie-talkie radios, a cache of weapons, or gasoline for the snowmobile in the small room. Somehow, though, she suspected none of these treasures would be forthcoming.
* * *
They entered the breakfast nook, and Leo stood to greet Tessa.
“Would either of you like a cup of tea or a glass of water or anything before we get started?” Sasha asked.
“Nope, I’m fine,” Tessa told her, “Let’s get this over with.”
“Are you sure?”
Leo laughed. “What my wife is trying to say is she desperately wants a cup of coffee. So she’s hoping someone else will ask for a beverage, too.”
