“You’re not talking to her without me being present as your representative.”
“Works for me,” Eve said cheerfully. “Want to do this he
re in the hall?”
“Let’s just take a moment.” Luke lifted his hands. Though his voice was soft, Eve recognized the command under it. “We’re all on edge. Lieutenant, would you and the other officer like to use the parlor? Could we get you anything? Tea? Water?” He stopped, shut his eyes a moment. “Will I ever be able to pour a glass of water again and not think of it?”
“The parlor’s fine,” Peabody told him. “We don’t need anything, thanks.”
“There’s an office on the second floor. I’ll be working there, if you need me for anything. Billy, Sam, I’ll continue with the arrangements until you’re done. Lieutenant.” Luke offered his hand again. “Mama Jo has put her faith in you. So will I.”
Not just head of the family, Eve thought as he left them. She’d lay odds she’d just shaken hands with the new head of the Church of Eternal Light.
Furniture, statuary, memorabilia, and photographs fought for position in a parlor of deep colors. Privacy screens shielded the window that afforded twin shafts of morning light.
A number of cups, glasses, and memo cubes scattered over tables.
“Please excuse the mess,” Billy began. “We’d been making plans and arrangements, discussing the memorial when you arrived.” He cleared his throat. “The media hasn’t as yet learned the address or the direct number for this house. We hope to keep it that way.”
“They won’t get it from me, or any member of my investigative team.”
“Reporters have managed to unearth my ’link number. I haven’t given any comments. I thought that best, for now. But I will have to make a statement. Or rather, Luke will. Very soon. As soon as possible.”
“If Mr. Goodwin wants or requires any cleared data from my department for a statement, I’ll be happy to discuss it with him. Meanwhile.” Eve took out her recorder. “Since your representative wants to keep this formal, I’m informing you that I’m recording this interview. You have the right to remain silent.”
As she recited the Revised Miranda, Billy lost another two tones of color.
“Is that necessary?”
“It’s for your protection, as your representative will tell you.”
“It’s best, Billy. It’s best if we keep everything to the letter of the law.”
“Do you understand your rights and obligations in this matter, Mr. Crocker?”
His hand fussed with the knot of his tie. “Yes, of course.”
“And you have chosen Samuel Wright, also present, as your representative during this interview?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, Peabody, Detective Delia, in interview with Crocker, Billy, regarding the investigation into the murder of one Jimmy Jay Jenkins. Mr. Crocker, we have the statement you gave to me last night, at the scene, on record. Is there anything you wish to change regarding same at this time?”
“No. Nothing I can think of.”
“You stated that you saw the victim approximately five minutes before his stage entrance, in his dressing room.”
“Yes. I gave him his five-minute cue, then we spoke for a moment. I walked with him to the wings, stage right.”
“What was his mood?”
“He was very energized.”
Eve smiled at the term. “At the time you walked with him to the wings, the table and the bottles of water were already onstage?”
“Yes. As always. Behind the drop. At the cue, the curtain comes up, the singers exit—stage right, and Jimmy Jay and Jolene enter from stage right and left, respectively.”
“Josie Jenkins Carter has confirmed that she placed the water bottles onstage. That she opened them, and replaced about an ounce of spring water in each with vodka.”