Remember When

breakdown. "Do you live here alone? Ms. Gannon?"
    "What? Alone? Yes, I live by myself. Andrea doesn't-didn't-Oh God..."
    Her breath began to hitch, and from the way her knuckles whitened as she gripped her hands together, Eve knew this time the struggle was a full-out war. "I want to help Andrea. I need you to help me understand so I can start helping her. So I need you to try to hold on until I do."
    "I'm not a weak woman." She rubbed the heels of her hands over her face, violently. "I'm not. I'm good in a crisis. I don't fall apart like this. I just don't."
    Bet you don't, Eve thought. "Everybody has a threshold. You came home. Tell me what happened. Was the door locked?"
    "Yes. I uncoded the locks, the alarm. I stepped in, dumped my stuff. I was so happy to be in my own space again. I was tired, so happy. I wanted a glass of wine and a bubble bath. Then I saw the living room, I couldn't believe it. I was so angry. Just furious and outraged. I grabbed my 'link from my pocket and called Andrea."
    "Because?"
    "Oh. Oh. Andrea, she was house-sitting. I didn't want to leave the house empty for two weeks, and she wanted to have her apartment painted, so it worked out. She could stay here, water my plants, feed the fish... Oh Jesus, my fish!" She started to slide out, but Eve grabbed her arm.
    "Hold on."
    "My fish. I have two goldfish. Live fish, in my office. I didn't even look in there."
    "Sit." Eve held up a finger to hold Samantha in place, then got up, stepped to the door and signaled to one of the sweepers. "Check out the home office, get me the status on a couple of goldfish."
    "Huh?"
    "Just do it." She went back to the table. A tear was tracking down Samantha's cheek, and the delicate redhead's skin was blotchy. But she hadn't broken yet. "Andrea was staying here while you were gone. Just Andrea?"
    "Yes. She probably had someone over now and again. She's sociable. She likes to party. That's what I thought when I saw the living area. That she'd had some insane party and trashed my place. I was yelling at her machine through the 'link when I started upstairs. I said terrible things."
    She dropped her head into her hands.
    "Terrible things," she murmured. "Then there was that horrible smell. I was even more furious. I slammed into the bedroom, and... she was there. She was there, lying on the floor by the bed. All the blood, that didn't even look like blood anymore, but, you know, somehow, you know. I think I screamed. Maybe I blacked out. I don't know."
    She looked up again, and her eyes were shattered. "I don't remember. I just remember seeing her, then running down the stairs again. I called nine-one-one. And I was sick. I ran outside and got sick. And then I was stupid."
    "How were you stupid?"
    "I went back in the house. I know better. I should've stayed outside, waited for the police outside or gone to a neighbor's. But I wasn't thinking straight, and I came back in and just stood in the foyer, shaking."
    "You weren't stupid, you were in shock. There's a difference. When's the last time you talked to Andrea?"
    "I'm not sure. Early in the tour. From East Washington, I think. Just a quick check." She dashed a second tear away as if irritated to find it there. "I was awfully busy, and I didn't have a lot of free time. I called once or twice, left messages. Just to remind her when I was heading home."
    "Did she ever say anything to you about being concerned? About anyone giving her trouble, making threats?"
    "No. Nothing like that."
    "What about you? Anyone making threats?"
    "Me? No. No." She shook her head.
    "Who knew you were out of town?"
    "Ah... well, everyone. My family, my friends, my agent, publisher, publicist, editor, neighbors. It wasn't a secret, that's for sure. I was so juiced about the book, about the opportunity, I pretty much told anyone who'd listen. So... It was a burglary, don't you think? God, I'm sorry, I can't keep your name in my head."
    "Dallas."
    "Don't you think it was some sort of burglary, Lieutenant Dallas? Somebody who heard I was gone and figured the house was empty, and..."
    "Possibly. We'll need you to check your belongings, see if anything's missing." But she'd noted the electronics, the artwork any self-respecting burglar would have taken. And Andrea Jacobs had been wearing a very nice wrist unit, and considerable jewelry. Real or knockoff, it hardly mattered. A B&E man wouldn't have left them behind.
    "Have you had any calls, mail, any contact of an unusual nature