“You said there was light.”
“Just that circle of light. He’d been in the shadows. He was wearing black,” David said on a burst of inspiration. “A long black coat—and a hat, a hat that drooped down low.”
“That’s convenient. He was wearing black. It’s so original.”
“Lieutenant, I can’t advise my client to continue to cooperate if you persist in sarcasm.”
“Your client’s in hip deep. My sarcasm’s the least of his worries. We’ve got the three big ones. Means, motive, opportunity.”
“You have nothing but my client’s admission that he witnessed a crime. Further,” Moe went on, tapping those dangerous nails on the conference table, “you have absolutely nothing to link him with the other murders. What you’ve got, Lieutenant, is a maniac on the loose, and a desperate need to appease your superiors and the public with an arrest. It’s not going to be my client.”
“We’ll have to see about that. Now—” Her communicator beeped, twice, a signal from Feeney. Her adrenaline surged, and she masked it with a bland smile. “Excuse me, I’ll only be a moment.”
She stepped out of the room into the hallway. Behind her through the one-way glass, a huddle was in progress. “Give me good news, Feeney. I want to nail this son of a bitch.”
“Good news?” Feeney rubbed his chin. “Well, you might like this. Yvonne Metcalf was in negotiations with our pal in there. Covert negotiations.”
“For?”
“The lead in some flick. It was all on the Q.T. because her contract for Tune In was coming up. I finally pinned her agent down. If she snagged the part, she was willing to ditch the sitcom. But they were going to have to up the ante, guarantee a three-feature deal, international distribution, and twenty hours’ straight promo.”
“Sounds like she wanted a lot.”
“She was squeezing him some. My take from what the agent said is he needed Metcalf to guarantee some of the financial backing, but they wanted a chunk on the front end. He was scrambling to come up with it and save his project.”
“He knew her. And she had the controls.”
“According to the agent, he came in to meet Metcalf personally, several times. They had a couple of tête-à-têtes at her apartment. He got a little hot, but Metcalf laughed it off. She was banking that he’d come around.”
“I love when it falls into place, don’t you?” She turned, studying Angelini through the glass. “We’ve got a connection, Feeney. He knew them all.”
“He was supposed to be on the coast when Metcalf got whacked.”
“How much do you want to bet he’s got a private plane? You know something I’ve learned since Roarke, Feeney? Flight plans don’t mean squat if you’ve got money, and your own transpo. No, unless he comes up with ten wit-nesses who were kissing his ass when Metcalf went down, I’ve got him. Watch him sweat,” she muttered as she swung back into the interview room.
She sat, crossed her arms on the table, and met Angelini’s eyes. “You knew Yvonne Metcalf.”
“I—” Off balance, David reached up, tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Certainly, I . . . everyone did.”
“You had business with her, met her personally, you’d been to her apartment.”
This was obviously news to Moe, who bared her teeth, tossed up a hand. “One moment, Lieutenant. I’d like to speak to my client privately.”
“All right.” Obliging, Eve rose. Outside, she watched the show through the glass, and thought it a pity that the law prevented her from turning on the audio.
Still, she could see Moe fire questions at David and could gauge his stuttering responses while Larry and Curly looked grim and scribbled furiously on their pads.
Moe shook her head at one of David’s answers, stabbed him with one of her lethal red nails. Eve was smiling when Moe lifted a hand and signaled her back into the room.
“My client is prepared to state that he was acquainted with Yvonne Metcalf, on a professional level.”
“Uh-huh.” This time Eve leaned a hip on the table. “Yvonne Metcalf was giving you some grief, wasn’t she, Mr. Angelini?”
“We were in negotiations.” His hands linked together again, twisted. “It’s standard for the talent side of a project to demand the moon. We were . . . coming to terms.”
“You met her in her apartment. Argued?”
“We—I—we had meetings at several locations. Her home was one of them. We discussed terms and options.”