“You listen to me,” Violet said. She cupped Lindsey’s face with her hands. “Dylan is going to be fine. Whoever pushed you, it is probably the same person who poisoned Robbie, which makes it quite clear that it wasn’t Dylan. So, see? You did him a favor by having him go with Emma and not be on the premises.”

“Violet, who do you think is doing this?” Sully asked. His voice was gruff, and Lindsey knew that meant he was fighting to keep his temper in check.

“I wish I knew,” Violet said. “But whoever it is, they have no reason that I can think of to go after Lindsey, unless she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Another death would shut the show down for sure, so I have to think that’s the motive. Unfortunately, I know several people who would be oh so happy to see the show close before it even opens.”

“Buchanan?” Sully asked.

Lindsey studied his face. His jaw was set. His blue eyes were snapping with anger. She was surprised he didn’t start cracking his knuckles.

“Now, you listen to me, Michael Sullivan,” Violet said as she wagged her finger at him. “Don’t you even think about approaching that man in anger. You can’t fight him. He is protected by layers of lawyers and weaselly minions, whom you will never get through. He is one of the most powerful men in the country and he’s not afraid to use that power. If he decides to make your life a misery, he will. Believe me, I know.”

Lindsey looked at her friend and noticed the worry lines that creased the corners of her eyes seemed deeper than they had a few weeks ago. She wondered how many of those wrinkles had been put there by Buchanan, and she suddenly had to fight the urge to crack her own knuckles.

“Do you think he murdered Robbie?” Lindsey asked. The thought that they were all just targets because some billionaire was mad made her a little queasy.

“I hate to think that the father of my baby is a killer,” Violet said. “But I can’t think of anyone else who would try to cause trouble just because he can.”

“You know, if I just happened to run into him, say, on the pier, it could be a total coincidence that he falls into the water,” Sully said.

“And he will sue you and you will lose your business,” Violet said. “You’ll be lucky if they leave you with an oar to a rowboat when his lawyers are through with you.”

Sully glowered, and Violet patted his arm.

“Go,” she said. “Emma needs to know what happened.”

Not waiting for their answer, Violet turned back to the stage, where the cast and crew were doing a mad scramble to begin the dress rehearsal again.

“You ready?” Sully asked her.