“So no sunshine and vodka for you?”
“No. I’m sure I’m not the first to ask you this, but do you have any idea how Lucas might have gotten the straight razor?”
“Other than he stole it when he killed my husband?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Is there anyone else who could have taken it? Is it something your husband would have noticed missing?”
Phoebe sipped some Vodka as she thought about it.
“The razor was just for show. Tim liked the idea of a straight razor, but he didn’t shave with it regularly; in fact, the only time he tried, he cut himself. So, it could have been gone for a while without him knowing it, but I can’t think who would have been in our bathroom to steal it other than the maid and I don’t think she would do that. Even if she were a thief, there are a lot better things in the house to steal and I can’t picture her hanging out with Lucas.”
“Can you tell me how to reach her?”
“You’re not going to accuse her of stealing are you?”
“No, but she might have noticed when the razor went missing.”
“She’d have a better idea than me. I have her number somewhere.”
Margot thought she might get up and go find the number, but the only thing she moved was her glass back to her lips.
They both turned as the back gate opened again.
Margot was surprised to see Detective Anderson walk through.
“What are you doing here, Margot?” he asked. She was surprised he’d taken his eyes off Phoebe long enough to notice she was there.
“I work for her defense team, why are you here?”
“I just thought I’d drop by to say hello.”
Margot looked over at Phoebe. “Do you want me to call Browers?”
“Why? You think that cute lawyer, the one with the Porsche, would come by? If so, you definitely need to go change into one of my suits. That pants suit thing you’ve got going does not do your body justice.”
“A detective just walked into your backyard. Trust me, he does not have your best interest at heart.”
Phoebe lowered her sunglasses so Anderson could see her wink and then said, “I can’t speak for his heart, but I think some of him has my best interests in mind. At least certain interests.”
Looking at Anderson, she was probably right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a detective looking to solve a case.
“Then I’ll call them for you,” Margot said as she fished her phone out of her purse.
“I don’t think you need to do that, Margot,” Phoebe said, “Harlan is one of the nice ones.”
“There are no nice detectives, even if you know their first names.”
“Maybe you just have a bad attitude,” Anderson told her.
“What do you really want, Anderson?”
“I was in the neighborhood and during the course of my investigation, I noticed Ms. Masterson was having some difficulties,” Anderson said as pointed at the nearly empty glass of vodka in Phoebe’s hands. “I thought it might be prudent to check on her.”
“Bullshit.”