If she sorted out all of the articles that were reviews of his shows and movies, that should trim it down. She revised her search. Wow. Still a lot of articles, but if she was looking to know about Robbie’s past, she was betting she wanted the interviews from when he was a breakout star and had been less cautious with his words.

A knock sounded on her door, and she called, “Come in.”

Emma Plewicki walked in, and Lindsey suddenly felt like the kid caught reading a comic book in history class. She leaned forward, covering her monitor.

“Hi, Emma, how’s it going?” she asked.

“Why do you look weird?”

“Weird? What do you mean?”

Emma narrowed her eyes. “Chief Daniels warned me about you. Are you being a buttinsky?”

Lindsey sat back in outrage. “Did he call me that? Because that’s just rude.”

“Is that an article search on Robbie Vine?” Emma asked. She leaned around Lindsey to see her computer. “He was right; you are a buttinsky.”

“I’m not—okay, I am,” Lindsey said. She dropped her head into her hands and then peeked at Emma through her fingers. “I can’t help myself. Seeking information is an occupational hazard.”

“Or interfering with police work,” Emma said. “Depending upon your point of view.”

Lindsey raised her right hand. “I swear I’ve done no interfering of any kind.”

Emma took the seat across from her desk and said, “Are you quite certain?”

“Yes, it’s just . . . well, I can’t help wondering who could have had such a grudge against Robbie that they would kill him,” Lindsey said. “Yes, he was arrogant and a narcissist, but from what I could tell from Kitty and Lola, they both still cared for him.”

“I thought you said you weren’t interfering.” Emma sat up straight and glared at Lindsey. “What were you doing talking to Lola and Kitty?”

“I just ran into them in the theater,” Lindsey said. “And by that, I do mean literally ran into them. I came around a corner and Lola was standing there crying, then Kitty came up and they both started talking about Robbie.”

Emma raised one eyebrow and stared at Lindsey. “And now you’re looking up articles about him?”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like either of them had a reason to kill him if you take the whole crime of passion equation out, and a poisoning does seem a bit too plotted to be a crime of passion. But then there are the two incidents with him getting hit by a piece of set and then stabbed in the dark.”

“Either of those two could have been a crime of passion, but I agree, it seems unlikely,” Emma said. “Statistically speaking, in a crime of passion the weapon is usually something that was at hand, which is why you get the blunt-object trauma so often in those scenarios.”