L.A. Dead (Stone Barrington 6)

Marc stood. "Mrs. Walters-it is Mrs. Walters, isn't it?"

"Yes," she replied, her mouth turning down.

"What were you wearing on this occasion?"

"I wasn't wearing anything," Walters replied. There was a titter among the reporters present.

"I mean when you arrived at the Calder residence. What were you wearing then?"

"I was wearing a robe. I had removed my swimsuit in the car."

"What sort of a robe?"

"A terrycloth robe."

"What color?"

"White."

"Did the robe have a hood?"

Yes.

"When you left Mr. Calder's dressing room, you were wearing the white terrycloth robe with the hood?"

Yes.

"Was the hood up?"

"Yes, my hair was still wet."

* * *

"You and Vance Calder argued on that occasion, didn't you?"

She looked startled. "I don't know what you mean."

> "He was all finished with you, wasn't he? And he told you so?"

"No, I told him we were finished."

"And he didn't like that?"

"No, he didn't."

"So you did argue."

Walters flushed. "If you could call it that."

"No further questions," Marc said. "I ask that the witness be instructed to remain available; I may wish to recall her."

"The witness will remain available," the judge said.

Chu stood again. "The District Attorney calls Felipe Cordova."

The bailiff brought Cordova into the courtroom; he was sworn and took the stand.

"Mr. Cordova," Chu said, "you were gardener to the Calders?"