Alibi in High Heels by Gemma Halliday Page B

other agents, Donata was a former model herself. An idea that was reinforced as she ushered me in and crossed the room with a grace I sorely coveted at the moment. I awkwardly hobbled in, setting my crutches down as I clumsily plopped into an armchair by the window.
    "Your purse appears to be ringing," she said, a soft Italian lilt coloring her voice.
    I waved the comment off. "Voicemail will get it."
    "I see. So, you are one of Le Croix's designers, s i ?"
    I nodded. "Yes, Maddie Springer. I'm doing the shoes for his collection."
    She nodded. "The black stiletto heel."
    I cringed. "Yes. And I want to express my sincere condolences. I'm sorry for what happened to Gisella."
    She raised an eyebrow. "You are sorry?"
    "Yes. I mean, no, not that I'm sorry, like I'm apologizing. I mean, I'm sorry it happened, not I'm sorry I did it. Because I didn't. I had nothing to do with it happening. This was just a coincidence."
    "I see." Though I noticed she scooted her chair a fraction of an inch away from me. Clearly she wasn't entirely convinced.
    Join the club.
    "And, what is it I can do for you, Signorina Springer?"
    Tell me who was fencing stolen property for your client. But I figured the subtle approach was probably best. "I was wondering what you could tell me about Gisella's social life?"
    Donata looked out the window. "Gisella was a very social girl. She loved parties."
    "Like the one you threw here in the hotel?"
    Donata nodded. "S i. " She clasped her hands in her lap but didn't elaborate. I had the feeling she was a woman who had learned to play her hand close to her heart.
    "Do know if Gisealla was seeing anyone?"
    "Gieslla always had men around."
    "Anyone special?"
    She shrugged, a barely detectable movement of her shoulders.
    "What about Ryan? Does that name ring a bell?" I asked, reciting the last file entry from Gisella's camera.
    Donata paused. "She mentioned a Ryan. I think they may have dated."
    "Did she happen to mention Ryan's last name?"
    She sucked in her cheeks. "Jones? Jeffries? One of those, I believe. He was English."
    My phone took that moment to chirp to life inside my purse again. I ignored it.
    "Do you know if Ryan was here in Paris with Gisella?"
    Donata looked down at my Kate Spade. "Are you not going to answer that?"
    I shook my head. "Nope."
    She raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing.
    "So, was Ryan in Paris?"
    She shrugged. "I could not tell you. Gisella and I, we were not so close that she would informed me of her boyfriends' whereabouts."
    "But you did talk often. Several times a day?"
    She nodded. "S i . For work."
    Hmm... modeling work or burglary? "When was the last time you saw Gisella?"
    Donata's lips twitched and I watched her throat bob up and down. She looked down at her hands to hide some emotion flitting across her eyes. Though whether it was guilt or genuine sorrow I'd be hard pressed to answer.
    "The night before she died. I went up to her room to fill her in on the next day's fitting schedule. But I was there only a brief time. She said she was expecting company."
    I wondered if that company was Ryan Jones slash Jeffries.
    "Did Gisella bring Ryan with her to your party?"
    Again, Donata shrugged her slim shoulders. "I did not notice. I was busy playing hostess. But I would not be surprised. Gisella was almost never unaccompanied by a man. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a client to meet with." She rose and walked to the door, effectively ending the interview. I grabbed my crutches and followed her, though she already had the door open and waiting by the time I got there. I paused before stepping through the doorway.
    "Do you have any idea who could have killed Gisella?" I asked, starting to sound desperate now.
    She didn't answer, instead gave me a pointed look.
    I rolled my eyes.
    "Beside me."
    Donata slowly shook her head. "Her death is a tragedy. She will be missed," she said, sounding like she was reading off a teleprompter.
    And with that she closed the door behind me. I stood