Her cousin Bridget lived in the other half of her duplex. She would hear about this soon, but Bridget was down in San Diego for the weekend, visiting one of her friends from college who was there for a writers retreat. There was no way she could have gotten home yet.
I just want to go home, she told Manning.
All right, of course. But you know, I can take you to a hospital if you wish. You might not want to be alone. You might be suffering a form of shock.
I just want to go home.
Of course.
The detective didnt call for a patrol officer. She brought Marnie home herself. She checked out the duplex off Barham Boulevard where Marnie lived and declared it safe.
Do you have an alarm system? Manning asked.
No, but I do have a camera that watches my living room, and its connected to my phone, so in a way...its kind of an alarm system.
No, its not, Manning told her. Its bizarre. Just your living room?
I played with the idea of getting a dog.
I see. Well, a dog would have been good. When I leave, just make sure that you lock yourself in.
Marnie looked at her, startled. It hadnt occurred to her that she might be in danger.
Shed only known that Cara was dead.
That Cara had stared up at her while the light had gone out of her eyes.
She shook off the notion of fear. Really. She just wanted to be alone. She did have good locks on her windows and on the front and back doors. She had bought the duplex; she shared it with Bridget. She had made sure they had windows and doors that were up to codethinking more about earthquakes than home invadersbut whatever the thought, her place was solid.
Im good. Really. Quality locks on the windows. My doors would need a battering ram if someone wished to break them down, and I have three bolts on each.
All right, then. Well be in touch. Oh, my card Manning paused, digging around in her suit pocket and my partners card. She shrugged. People tend to like him more. If hes easier to call and you do need help or you think of anything, call him, or call me.
You will find out who did this? Marnie whispered. She winced. Oh, Lord. It sounded like such a Hollywood line.
Manning smiled. Were good, Miss Davante. My partner and I are good together. Were going to do our best. But...if theres anything, call us. Theres one thing that Grant Vining taught me right off the batif you can get help from somewhere that will solve a murdertake it. So...
I wish I had something to tell you. I wish I had something to say, Marnie assured her.
Lock up.
Manning left, and Marnie did so. She headed to the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
She must have stayed beneath the showerhead for an hour.
When she came out of the bathroom, she got in bed and turned on the television. She didnt seem able to find a channel that did anything but talk about the murder of Cara Barton that day.
Finally she found the Three Stooges.
And still...
She stared up at the ceiling. So exhausted...
And so unable to sleep. Eventually, she closed her eyes. She could still faintly hear Moe, Larry and Curly as they taunted and teased one another.
Her phone rang; it was her mother. Naturally, her mom was hysterical. Her parents had known Cara Barton. They had visited the set. But not only that, it could have been Marnie who had been killed.
It hadnt been.
The only way to get her mother to calm down was to remind her that sometimes in life, Cara Barton had been a wee bit...obnoxious. She might have offended someone.
It took her twenty minutes to convince her mother not to cut short her dream vacation. She was okay. Not hurt at all. She wasnt alone in the city.
So Marnie had a nice long conversation, calming down her mother.
Then she had to talk to her dad.
When she hung up, she found herself talking to the air.
Im sorry, Cara, I hope I didnt sound uncaring. I had to get my mom to be okay.
Sleep...
Watch Moe, Larry and Curly, and be grateful for the channels that kept old classics alive.
Yes, sleep.
She drifted. And as she did so, she thought that she felt a gentle touch on her face and heard a soft whisper beneath the canned laughter on the TV.
Darling, I know you. I know you didnt mean anything evil at all. Not to worry. Im here. Im with you. Get some rest, sweet Marnie. You really were a friend.
It was nice; it was kind. As if Cara were trying to help Marnie accept what had happened.
Marnie couldnt forget that day.
Im not a bad person, am I? Cara had asked her.
And that had made Marnie smile. Nope. Not bad. Ambitious, trying to get by and just loving it when you did get the limelight!
You were never a bad person! Marnie murmured aloud, half-asleep.
And she could feel those gentle fingers touch her hair in what she assumed were her dreams.
Such a good friend, Marnie. And now... Im so afraid for you!
Marnie frowned, jerked from sleep. She leaped from her bed, running through the duplex, turning on lights.
Maybe not the smartest thing to do if there was a prowler in the house!
But there wasnt.
A check through the window by her front door showed no one at all in the yard.
She looked through the peephole. No one was there.
It was probably about five in the morning.
And she was afraid of darkness and afraid of sleep.
Maybe shed stay in the living room.
Eventually, she fell asleep on the couch.
As she drifted off, she could almost swear that she smelled the slightly sweet scent of Cara Bartons perfume.
* * *
He didnt go in; he looked at the house in the dark, and he marveled at how he had enjoyed the day. Neverin a thousand yearscould he have imagined what this would feel like.
Perfect. Everything perfect.
Using Blood-bonepure genius.
The police were clueless, asking, questioning...and getting nothing.
There was nothing to get. And they just might understand why when the time came.
But for now...
It was delicious. It was the movies, all over again. Marnie was inside her homethe beautiful young heroineterrified. Waiting...
For the killer to strike.
It was...
Euphoria!
2
There had been something about Marnie Davante in her role as Madam Zeta that had been magical. The show had been cast well. It was one of those in which the chemistry between the players was just right on, and because of it, the show was incredibly watchable, and it was still doing very well in syndication.
Bryan had downloaded a number of episodes to watch on his phone during the cross-continental flight. After a few, he felt he knew Scarlet Zetaexcept, of course, who he had come to know wasnt a real personhe had come to know a character.
His first stop was with the major crimes detectives who were handling the case. The detective hed finally managed to speak with over the phone before his arrivalSophie Manningwas still confused as to why he was coming out from Virginia.
That was all right. In a way, he was still confused himself.
He was asked to wait by the desk sergeant, and soon a small woman with a purposeful gait came toward him. She assessed him quickly, apparently noting that hed probably hold his own in a fight since she gave him a sort of approving nod. While she was a tiny thing, Bryan figured shed had some training herself, and while she might not be able to throw much weight around, shed be damned good throwing around what she did have.
Mr. McFadden? she asked, offering him a hand. She had a good grip.
Bryan McFadden, yes. And youre Detective Manning.
I am. If youll come with me, my partner is upstairs in one of our conference rooms.
Upstairs, he met Grant Vining; once again, he was impressed. Vining didnt appear to be at all intimidated, nor did he seem to resent Bryans presence there. If anything, he was curioussomething that he voiced almost immediately.
Youre out here from Virginia? he said.
Yes, sir. Virginia is my home. At the moment.
Military brat?
Military myself for a few yearsa few years back. My parents, no. They were actors.
I see, Vining said. Then he scratched his graying head. No, no, frankly, I dont see at all. Youre a private eye?
Yes, recently licensed.
And youve been hired by someone out here? Youre acting for someone? I can assure you, we really are a competent operation. Hollywood is our jurisdiction, which might seem cushy. But in many ways, that makes our work harderunder a spotlight, we have to be better.
Manningthe respectful junior in the duostood quietly, watching the exchange.
I have absolutely no doubt that youre exceptionally fine detectives and that this is a crack unit, Bryan said.
But then
Im acting for the deceased, he said quietly.
Forfor Cara Barton? Vining asked.
Bryan nodded. I was actually born out here. My parents were Hamish and Maeve McFadden. If youre a fan of AMC or any of the TV channels that keep old movies afloat, you might have seen them. They were, however, working in theater the last decade or so of their lives.
And?
Cara Barton iswasa dear friend of my mothers, Bryan explained.
The chandelier! Manning suddenly exclaimed.
Vining and Bryan both looked at her. She flushed but went on enthusiastically. I know who your parents were now! Your motherwow! She was stunning. And your dad, too. I actually told my mom when I was little that I was going to grow up and marry him, and, of course, she told me that he was already married, and then later, she told me that he was...
Dead, Bryan finished for her.
She flushed again. Yes. Im so sorry.
So...this is in your moms memory then, kind of. Or do you have a client? Vining asked.
That would be me. I am my own client on this.
Vining studied him for a long moment and then nodded. All right, fine. Let us bring you up to speedand remind you that we are the police here. If you make any pertinent discoveriesthat is to say, any discoveries at allthey will be shared with us immediately.
Absolutely, Bryan promised.
We have had all kinds of meetings, bringing in every precinct in the county and sending information out far beyond. Weve shared what we have with the FBI, the state police and the US Marshals Service. What we have is very little, but I will see that you receive copies of the files. On the one hand, it is an extremely bizarre casea woman was killed by a person wearing a comic costume and wielding a sword. Apparently, such light-up swords have become extremely popular toys and costume items, making it a daunting task for police and security on hand at the convention at the time of the murder. Such a sworda real one, with a killing bladewas not found. And while precisely thirty-six persons wearing a Blood-bone costume were stopped and questioned by the same officers, not one was found with a speck of blood upon them or their weapon. In other words, someone wore this costume with a sword that appeared as harmless as the hundredsperhaps thousandson sale at the convention. No blood other than the victims was found anywhere near the victim or on those around her. No fingerprints were found other than those belonging to the cast and crew. We are, at this moment, relying on good old investigative work, searching through the victims past acquaintances and anyone who might have had a grudge against her. Oh, on thatwell, people dont like to speak ill of the dead, do they? Getting the truth out of cast and crew isnt easy. Also, remember, anyone pertinent to the investigation has already been grilled by police. They will not look upon you kindly.
I dont intend to grill anyone, Bryan said.
Ah, well, then... Vining just stared at him.
My most sincere thanks, Bryan said. I appreciate you allowing me to work in your jurisdiction, and Im grateful that youre willing to share information.
We did investigate you, of course, Vining told him.
Id expect no less. I will be in touch. He hesitated. As far as the comic con goes, are there markers at the table that suggest who sits where?
Yes, there were numbers on the table. Along with their nameplates, Vining said.
Were they in order? Bryan asked.
In order? Vining frowned. What order would that be? We believed the numbers to have been set out by the organizers. Along with the nameplates.
Were such numbers available on other tables? Bryan asked.
They were between a descendant of a famous German shepherd and Malcolm Dangerfield, Vining said. Just one dog. And in Malcolms casejust one man. Oh, yes, and his publicity manager and reporters and God alone might know who else during the day. Dangerfield is what might be a called an It boy this year. You think that the numbers mean something? he asked.
Bryan shook his head. Ive seen the news. Thats about it. I dont think anything as of yet. And even if someone had been offended by Miss Barton, this was one drastic method of showing displeasure.
Yes, Vining said. You have contact info for the comic con organizer and his secretary for operations there. I cant tell you how many people are involved. There are some closed-circuit cameras around the convention floor. But not enough to cover the entire area. Im willing to bet, however, that there are tons of cell phone videos of the event out there, videos we have yet to see here, though we did pick up many. If you find any...
If I find more video, Ill let you know.
Precisely, Vining said.
Sophie Manning cleared her throat.
The funeral is tomorrow afternoon. The medical examiner released the body, and... I guess everyone wanted it to happen. She was just killed on Friday. Were frankly surprised that the ME did release the body so quickly, but he has extensive notes
I know, Bryan said.
Youve been to see Dr. Collier already? Vining asked a little sharply.
No. I just know of him, Bryan said. And he is top-notch.