“What are you two going to do now?” Lindsey asked.

“Well, the police have told us we can’t leave town until they’re done with the investigation,” Kitty said. “So, we will perform in the play just like we would have, and I will handle the business end of things just like I did before Robbie—”

For the first time, Kitty showed a flash of vulnerability, but she scrunched up her face and took a deep, fortifying breath.

“Come on, sad sack, we need to rehearse,” she said. She took Lola by the arm and hauled her up the stairs toward the stage.

Lindsey watched them go. Could Kitty have killed Robbie in a jealous fit? It seemed unlikely, but maybe she had a financial motive. What about Lola? She was obviously still in love with Robbie; if he had tried to break it off with her, she might have killed him out of spite.

Then again, all of the incidents with Robbie had happened at the theater. If it had been Kitty or Lola, wouldn’t she have killed him where she had easy access to him, like in the house they were all renting? Unless, of course, killing him at the theater gave them an alibi of sorts.

And what about the crazy female fans they talked about? If a woman was crazy enough to try to kidnap a man, certainly she might turn into a killer if she didn’t get what she wanted.

Lindsey made her way back to the costume room, more confused than ever. If she looked at who had the most to gain by Robbie being dead, then, if what Kitty said was true, it wasn’t her. Lola didn’t seem to have enough oomph in her to commit a murder, but then again, how much oomph did you need to poison someone?

Lindsey felt as if the more she learned, the less she was certain of and there was only one thing she could do about it: research. It was time for the skeletons to come out of Robbie’s closet once and for all.

16

I love this database, Lindsey thought as she sat at her desk looking at the unending list of articles that had been brought up using the magazine and newspaper search option in the library’s online catalog. Now she just needed to narrow her parameters to weed out the fluff pieces.

More than twenty thousand articles had been written about Robbie Vine. This sure beat using a lame Internet search engine and getting random web pages, or even worse, some unverifiable bits of information cobbled together by a collection of self-proclaimed “experts.”