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quality—true fidelity. With your eyes closed, you couldn’t tell the difference between someone really singing or the digital replay. Only a pro would have a recorder like that.”
    “Or a fanatical fan,” Dance suggested. She then mentioned what she’d learned from TJ about the mobile phone. Madigan didn’t seem pleasedthat a law enforcer from another jurisdiction had already started to investigate his case, though he wrote down the details.
    At that moment another person joined them, Deputy C. Stanning, from out front.
    “First names … Crystal,” Madigan said coolly.
    She said, “Reporters’re starting to show up, Chief. They’ll want a press—”
    “You keeping people out of the crime scene, Deputy?”
    He didn’t look toward Dance but he didn’t need to. Stanning did the job for him.
    Her oblique apology: “Big area to keep track of. Lot of onlookers, you know, curious folks. I’m keeping them back, best I can.”
    “I’m hopin’ you do. Let the reporters cool their heels.” This time the glance was at the large bodyguard in the back of the hall.
    The sheriff asked, “Kayleigh tell me again—what exactly did you hear on the phone?”
    “Just a verse from my song.”
    “He didn’t say anything, the caller? Or she?”
    “No. Just the song.”
    Sheriff Gonzalez took another call herself, had a brief conversation then disconnected. “Congressman Davis’s here. I’ve got to meet him and his security detail…. I’m sorry for your loss, Kayleigh.” This was offered sincerely and accompanied by two firm hands on the girl’s shoulders. “Anything I can do, let me know.”
    A look passed from the older woman to her chief of detectives, meaning: Do what you need to on this case. This is big news here and Kayleigh’s our own. Nothing is going to happen to her. Nothing.
    The sheriff scanned Dance and said good-bye. She left, along with two of the other deputies.
    Dance said to Madigan, “My specialty’s interrogation and interviewing, Detective. If you have a suspect or witness you’d like me to talk to, just give me a call.” She handed him her card.
    “I do a bit of that myself,” Madigan offered. “Well, all righty then, Kathryn.” He pocketed the card like a used tissue.
    “Oh, wait, that seminar,” Harutyun said, frowning. “In Salinas. Body language, right? Kinetics. That was you.”
    “Kinesics, yes.”
    He turned to Madigan. “Alberto and I went last year. It was helpful. You were funny too.”
    “Seminar,” Madigan repeated. “Funny. Well, that’s good to know. Here’s a thought…. Kayleigh, you saw somebody here yesterday?”
    “Just a shadow,” the girl said.
    He smiled. “Shadows’re left by somethin’. Or someone. Why don’t you talk to people in the crew who were here, Kathryn. Any convention center workers too. See what they have to say.”
    “I could do that, Detective. But that’s more along the lines of canvassing. I’m sure the people with the crew and anybody else here would cooperate. I’m usually involved if there’s reason for a witness or suspect to be deceptive or if they can’t remember important facts.”
    “And I sure hope we get somebody you can use those seminar skills of yours on, Kathryn. But until then, it’d be a big help if you’d see what the others have to say. Of course, don’t feel you have to.”
    Seminar skills …
    She’d been outmaneuvered. Given a necessary, but minor task to keep her out of their hair. The dog had been sniffing around for juicy scraps at the picnic and got tossed a dry bone instead.
    “Be glad to,” Dance said. She pulled out her iPhone and got from Kayleigh the names of the people with the crew and convention center employees who were here yesterday, inputting them one by one.
    The medical examiner arrived and approached the senior detective. They had a quiet conversation.
    Dance called to Kayleigh, “I’ll see you later.” The young woman’s eyes looked so mournful it was hard to keep contact. Dance started up the aisle when the thought slammed her.
    Jesus.
    She turned back. “Kayleigh, last night? The caller only played one verse, right?”
    “The first verse. And the chorus.”
    “And it’s about a concert hall,” Dance said.
    “Well, yeah, sort of. It’s kind of about being a public person. But it mentions a venue.”
    “I don’t know who’s behind this,” Dance said, “but if it’s a stalker, like Edwin, I think he’s going to keep killing.”
    “Oh, Kathryn,”