“I’ve been better,” Lindsey said. “I can’t believe one minute he was swigging his coconut water and the next he’s dead on the stage.”

“His what?” Emma asked, suddenly sitting up.

“Coconut water,” Lindsey said. “He always had a bottle on hand.”

Emma glanced over at the techs. One of them was looking at Lindsey, and he turned and nodded at Emma.

“We found two empty bottles up here,” he said. “We’ll have them tested.”

“Tested for what?” Lindsey asked.

“We don’t know yet,” Emma said. “But my first guess would be poison.”

“You think Robbie was poisoned?” Lindsey asked.

Emma was silent for moment and then she let out a sigh. “I would like you to keep that to yourself, but yes, I do believe he was poisoned.”

“Which means his death was murder,” Lindsey said.

“Yes,” Emma confirmed.

It was like a punch to the gut, but Lindsey couldn’t deny that there were a lot of people who had issues with Robbie. He did not manage his personal life very well, and it seemed that for every person who adored him another loathed him.

Lindsey spent the next few minutes describing everything she had seen that night as Emma took notes. It seemed to Lindsey she was building a chronology of the evening’s events. It was going to take her a long time to get through the cast and crew but maybe at the end of it, she’d have her suspect.

“If you think of anything else, call me,” Emma said as she rose to leave.

Lindsey made her way out of the theater, wondering if the others were outside. They weren’t. It was just Sully, sitting on the bike rack, waiting.

“Want a lift home?” he asked.

“Are you allowed to leave?”

“Emma’s only questioning the people who were in the theater when it happened,” he said. “The rest of us were questioned by one of her officers, presumably to establish our whereabouts.”

“Did Violet go home?”

“Nancy took her to go break the news to Charlene.”

“In that case, I’d really appreciate a ride home,” she said.

Sully stood up, and Lindsey unfastened her bike. She wheeled it around the building to the parking lot, where Sully had his truck. He hefted it up into the back for her, and Lindsey climbed into the passenger seat.

It had been a long time since she’d gotten a lift from Sully, and it felt nice to be with him again. They were quiet on the ride. In fact, the whole town seemed quiet as if maintaining a respectful hush after such a horrible tragedy.

It was a short drive and Lindsey was grateful. All she wanted to do was go and hug her dog. When Sully pulled into the driveway, Heathcliff came barreling around the house from the backyard.