“Well…Kim K. and Jessie showed up in the same dress, and of course Jess looked better in it, so that almost turned into a wrestling match. But luckily that guy who does the Mac commercials was there to break it up. Oh, and Katie, she totally lost her iPhone in the pool when one of the Playboy bunnies bumped into her. She was pretty pissed about that. Apparently those suckers sink.”

“Wait,” I said, my mental hamster stopping in his tracks. “Did you say Katie Briggs has an iPhone?”

“Well, she did. It’s toast now.”

I narrowed my eyes. So much for Katie’s rebelling against modern technology. Was that whole speech she’d given me a line of bull? If so, maybe she did have a computer. And maybe my suspect list wasn’t so depleted after all.

“Is she scheduled at the salon today?” I asked.

“She’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Thanks, Marco. Hey, be a doll and keep her there as long as possible, ’kay?” I said. Then added, “There’s a backstage press pass to Clay’s next concert in it for you.”

I heard Marco do a happy squeal as I hung up.

I grabbed my purse and stood.

“Where are we going?” Cal asked, suddenly at my side. He was licking the remnants of a protein bar off his fingers.

“Katie Briggs.” I headed for the elevators, my shadow a step behind me as I quickly passed Allie’s desk. She was scrunching her nose at her computer screen, no doubt trying to figure out how to spell “guilty.” She looked up as I hustled past, but I ignored her.

“I thought we already talked to Katie,” Cal protested.

“We did. And apparently she really is an Oscarworthy actress, because it turns out her whole aversion to technology was a fake.” I quickly filled him in on the conversation I’d had with Marco as we waited for the elevator.

“So, you think Katie was lying about owning a computer?” he asked.

“Could be. Look, Blain has no motive, Jennifer has an alibi, and Pines was in jail. Katie’s our best bet at the moment.”

We rode down two floors, then Cal beeped open his Hummer, and I hoisted myself inside, cueing up his GPS as soon as he cranked the engine over.

“What’s that?” Cal asked, watching me input the address.

“Katie’s house.”

“I thought you said she was at Fernando’s.”

I grinned. “She is. Which means we only have an hour at best to search her place for a computer with Audio Cloak installed.”

Cal cut the engine. “You’re joking.”

“What?”

“We are not breaking into her house.”

“There’s no way I can trust Katie to be straight with us. The only way to out her as a murderer is to find that computer.”

“Then let the cops search her place.”