In Death 10 - Witness in Death

it. I never gave you a choice."
    "You had no reason to think of it. And at the time, neither did I." She shook it off, lifted her tea. "You were backstage and at work very quickly. How soon did you realize the knife was real?"
    "Not soon enough to stop it. That's what counts. I've started my interviews, concentrating on the actors first."
    "Yes, the crime's steeped in theatrics. The method, the timing, the staging." More comfortable with the analytical distance, Mira ran the scene in her mind. "An actor or someone who aspires or aspired to be one fits the profile. On the other hand, the murder was clean, well produced, carefully executed. Your killer is bold, Eve, but also cool-headed."
    "Would they have needed to see it happen?"
    "Yes, I think so. To see it, under the lights, on the stage, with the audience gasping in shock. That, in my opinion, was as important to this individual as Draco's death. The thrill of it and the ensuing act. Their own shock and horror, well rehearsed."
    She considered. "It was too well staged not to have been rehearsed. Draco was touted as one of the greatest actors of our time. Killing him was one step. Replacing him, even if only in the killer's mind, was an essential second."
    "You're saying it was professionally motivated."
    "Yes, on one level. But it was also very personal. If we look at an actor, or an aspiring one, professional and personal motives could be easily blended."
    "The only one to tangibly benefit from Draco's death, professionally, is Michael Proctor. The understudy."
    "Logically, yes. Yet everyone onstage or attached to that performance benefits. The media attention, the names fixed in the minds of the public, that indelible moment in time. Isn't that what an actor aspires to? The indelible moment?"
    "I don't know. I don't understand people who spend their lives being other people."
    "The work, the skill, is in making the viewing audience believe they are other people. The theater is more than a job to those who do it well, who devote their life to it. It is, just as your job is to you, a way of life. And on the night Draco was murdered, the spotlight shone a little brighter for everyone in that play."
    "In the play, or involved with the play. Not in the audience."
    "With current data, I can't eliminate audience members, but am more inclined toward a person or persons closer to the stage." Mira set her cup aside, laid a hand over Eve's. "You're concerned about Nadine."
    Eve opened her mouth, shut it again.
    "Nadine's a patient, and she's very open with me. I'm fully aware of her history with the victim, and I'm fully prepared, should it become necessary, to give my professional opinion that she isn't capable of planning and executing a violent crime. If she'd wanted to punish Draco, she would have found a way to do so through the media. She's capable of that, very capable."
    "Okay, good."
    "I've spoken with her," Mira went on. "I know you're interviewing her formally today."
    "After I leave here. Just me, Nadine, and her lawyer. I want it on record that she came to me with the information. I can bury the statement for a few days, give her some breathing room."
    "That will help." But Mira scanned Eve's face, saw more. "What else?"
    "Off the record?"
    "Of course."
    Eve took a sip of the tea, then told Mira about the video disc in Draco's penthouse.
    "She doesn't know," Mira said immediately. "She would have told me. It would have troubled and infuriated her. Embarrassed her. He must have taped it without her knowledge."
    "Then the next line would be: What if he showed it to her when she went to see him the day he was murdered?"
    "Housekeeping would have reported considerable damage to the suite, and Draco would have been forced to seek emergency medical care before his performance." Mira sat back. "It's good to see you smile. I'm sorry you've been worried about her."
    "She was shook when we had our meet. Really shook." Eve pushed out of the chair, wandered to the mood screen, and watched the waves ebb and flow. "I've got too many people buzzing in my ears. It's distracting."
    "Would you go back to your life as it was a year ago, Eve? Two years ago?"
    "Parts of it were easier. I got up in the morning and did my job. Maybe hung out with Mavis a couple of times a week." She blew out a breath. "No, I wouldn't go back. Doesn't matter anyway. I'm where I am. So... back to Draco."
    Eve continued. "He was a sexual predator."
    "Yes, I read your updated report just before you