consumption. But it might be Bunting’s norm.“
“I’d guess that’s true.“
Suddenly Mel changed the subject. “Since you fed me such a nice breakfast, let me return the favor. Let’s go out to a really expensive restaurant tonight.“
“You’re on.“
It wasn’t to be.
Mel called her back at noon. “I’m going to have to back out of dinner. The janitor at the theater was found a while ago in the alley behind the same theater.“
“Dead?“
“Not quite. In a coma. Not expected to survive.“
“Same kind of weapon?“
“We don’t know yet. The hospital is doing X-rays as we speak.“
“I was looking forward to dinner, but I understand. I can occupy myself tonight with writing and needlepointing. Do get back to me when you know more, if you have time.“
When she hung up, she called Shelley and told her about the janitor.
“Who would want to attack a janitor?“ Shelley asked.
“I have no idea. Mel said he’d call me back when he knew more. Let’s go get some good coffee and I’ll tell you about the conversation I had with him this morning.“
When they had their coffee and were sitting in a little park across from Starbucks, where no one could overhear them, Jane said, “For almost the first time, he asked what we thought of the rest of the cast.“
“Amazing. What did you tell him?“
Jane recounted the conversation, including who had alibis and who didn’t. Who had keys to the theater. Mel’s impressions of the people he’d interviewed.
“Isn’t that interesting. I know he loves you and tolerates me. It surprises me that he was so open about what he knew, let alone that he actually asked for our impressions of the people at the theater.“
“I was astonished, too. We’ve nearly always had to force our opinions on him.“
Jane took the last sip of her coffee and sighed. “I have to go home and do my two hours of writing and one hour of needlepointing. You know, I’m really enjoying learning how to work on a canvas more than I thought. It has nothing to do with words or plots. Maybe that’s why I like it. It’s a different sort of creativity.“
“I know what you mean. It’s much more interesting than rating caterers, figuring the taxes, buying groceries, and all the other boring things we’re forced to do.“
When Jane was home and at the computer, after checking the answering machine, which had no messages, she found herself wondering the same thing Shelley had. Why would anyone attack a janitor?
What do janitors do?
They clean up places when the people who occupy them aren’t there.
That makes blackmail easy.
Mel was sure to know this, too.
She tried to put those thoughts out of her head and went back to her laptop to do her two-hour stint. She looked over her notes once more and made a note about butlers having the same access to private matters as janitors. Then deleted it. Two hours later she’d done another chapter. She was really on a roll today. She liked starting another chapter as soon as she finished one. It made her feel she’d gotten a head start on the next day. So she worked for another half hour. Then called Shelley again.
“No word from Mel. Want to needlepoint together for a while?“
“Okay. Here or at your house?“
“Mine. I want to be here in case Mel calls.“
They sat down at either end of the long sofa in the living room, each having room for their thread containers. Both admired the other ‘s work so far. Shelley’s, however, was done a tiny bit tighter than Jane’s. It figured, Jane assumed. Shelley was more intense in almost all matters than Jane was.
As they settled in to work, Jane explained her theory about janitors. “They work alone, and could get away with learning private things about people.“
“I don’t know,“ Shelley said. “There could be other motives, couldn’t there?“
“Like what?“
“Maybe he was a gossip. Telling other people how sloppy his other customers were.“
“That’s not
“I’d guess that’s true.“
Suddenly Mel changed the subject. “Since you fed me such a nice breakfast, let me return the favor. Let’s go out to a really expensive restaurant tonight.“
“You’re on.“
It wasn’t to be.
Mel called her back at noon. “I’m going to have to back out of dinner. The janitor at the theater was found a while ago in the alley behind the same theater.“
“Dead?“
“Not quite. In a coma. Not expected to survive.“
“Same kind of weapon?“
“We don’t know yet. The hospital is doing X-rays as we speak.“
“I was looking forward to dinner, but I understand. I can occupy myself tonight with writing and needlepointing. Do get back to me when you know more, if you have time.“
When she hung up, she called Shelley and told her about the janitor.
“Who would want to attack a janitor?“ Shelley asked.
“I have no idea. Mel said he’d call me back when he knew more. Let’s go get some good coffee and I’ll tell you about the conversation I had with him this morning.“
When they had their coffee and were sitting in a little park across from Starbucks, where no one could overhear them, Jane said, “For almost the first time, he asked what we thought of the rest of the cast.“
“Amazing. What did you tell him?“
Jane recounted the conversation, including who had alibis and who didn’t. Who had keys to the theater. Mel’s impressions of the people he’d interviewed.
“Isn’t that interesting. I know he loves you and tolerates me. It surprises me that he was so open about what he knew, let alone that he actually asked for our impressions of the people at the theater.“
“I was astonished, too. We’ve nearly always had to force our opinions on him.“
Jane took the last sip of her coffee and sighed. “I have to go home and do my two hours of writing and one hour of needlepointing. You know, I’m really enjoying learning how to work on a canvas more than I thought. It has nothing to do with words or plots. Maybe that’s why I like it. It’s a different sort of creativity.“
“I know what you mean. It’s much more interesting than rating caterers, figuring the taxes, buying groceries, and all the other boring things we’re forced to do.“
When Jane was home and at the computer, after checking the answering machine, which had no messages, she found herself wondering the same thing Shelley had. Why would anyone attack a janitor?
What do janitors do?
They clean up places when the people who occupy them aren’t there.
That makes blackmail easy.
Mel was sure to know this, too.
She tried to put those thoughts out of her head and went back to her laptop to do her two-hour stint. She looked over her notes once more and made a note about butlers having the same access to private matters as janitors. Then deleted it. Two hours later she’d done another chapter. She was really on a roll today. She liked starting another chapter as soon as she finished one. It made her feel she’d gotten a head start on the next day. So she worked for another half hour. Then called Shelley again.
“No word from Mel. Want to needlepoint together for a while?“
“Okay. Here or at your house?“
“Mine. I want to be here in case Mel calls.“
They sat down at either end of the long sofa in the living room, each having room for their thread containers. Both admired the other ‘s work so far. Shelley’s, however, was done a tiny bit tighter than Jane’s. It figured, Jane assumed. Shelley was more intense in almost all matters than Jane was.
As they settled in to work, Jane explained her theory about janitors. “They work alone, and could get away with learning private things about people.“
“I don’t know,“ Shelley said. “There could be other motives, couldn’t there?“
“Like what?“
“Maybe he was a gossip. Telling other people how sloppy his other customers were.“
“That’s not
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