Bennett’s mouth dropped open. “Are you saying they were male prostitutes? No, wait. They wouldn’t be hiding in alleys, now would they? Unless, of course, they were servicing clients, I suppose…” Bennett said, her voice trailing off as she tapped her finger on her chin. “So, if that isn’t the case, that leads me to the only other criminal element that uses alleyways as their storefronts. Gentlemen, please tell me you’re not interrupting my evening and wasting your time by questioning me about crimes committed by a blue-eyed woman against drug dealers?”

“We’re just doing our job, Miss Archer,” Tully said, sliding his notebook back into his pocket. “Both attacks happened within a few blocks of where you live and this gallery, and questioning the people in the area, they say you walk to and from work.”

“Yes, I do. It’s good for my health.”

“And you work nights?” Stan said, flipping the page in his notepad.

“Yes. My curator doesn’t need me hovering over her, so I spend the evenings doing paperwork and attending online auctions. They happen all over the world, and time zones being what they are, scheduling my attendance requires a bit of ingenuity so I don’t miss them.”

“I see,” Stan said, eyeing Bennett up and down. “And you think walking alone late at night and early in the morning is wise?”

“I’ve been doing it for the past twelve years and haven’t had an issue,” Bennett said, her eyes shifting between the two men.

“You heard about the recent murders in the area, didn’t you?”

“Are you talking about the ones in the park last week? Do you believe this blue-eyed woman is responsible for them, too?”

“We don’t know,” Tully said, shaking his head. “But last night, another murder went down in an alley, and given its location and the fact the victim’s throat was also cut, it seems to fit the mugger’s M.O.”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Bennett said, leaning back slightly. “I haven’t yet read the papers today. There’s been another murder?”

“A couple of blocks north of here. Some garbage men found the body.”

Not a flicker of the rage burning inside Bennett made it to her face. “That’s awful.”

“Do you mind if I ask where you were last night?” Stan said.

“What? Oh…um…not at all. I was here. There were several auctions. I can have my curator print out the details. It’ll show my attendance, albeit virtual, of course.”

“And you’re the only one who…uh…attends these auctions?”

“No, my curator, Lisa, steps in now and again, but she couldn’t have last night.”

“And why’s that?”