“Any witnesses?”

“Maybe somebody driving by saw me, I don’t know. I was in the living room, listening to music most of the night. I don’t have curtains up yet.”

“I see. Okay.” Then he sprung the trap. Madigan leaned closer and said firmly, “But what do you say to the fact that we’ve got two witnesses that place you at the convention center around the time he died and then at Bobby’s house this morning?”

Chapter 15

WHAT EDWIN SHARP said in reply was probably not what Madigan expected.

With a frown, further blending his dense eyebrows, he asked simply, “Did they have clear views?”

Don’t answer, Dance thought to Madigan.

“They sure did. The house right across the road from the convention center stage door. And directly across from Bobby’s house.”

Hell, Dance thought. Edwin could now figure out exactly who the witnesses were.

He said, shrugging, “Well, they’re mistaken. I was home.”

Dance said to Harutyun, “Tabatha didn’t ID anybody. She couldn’t. Was there somebody else there?”

A pause. “Not that I know of.”

“And is there really a witness by the convention center?”

“Apparently,” Harutyun explained. Then decided to tell her. “Some woman lived nearby saw somebody around midnight.”

“She positively ID’d Edwin?”

“I don’t … I don’t think so.”

The hesitation meant she hadn’t, Dance decided. She recalled the layout. The house would have been across the parking lot, two hundred yards from the stage door. At night, she wouldn’t have been able to make out more than a vague silhouette.

“Well, Madigan just told a possible homicide suspect about two witnesses and it wouldn’t be that hard to find out their identities. They need looking after. He said he’d get some protection for Tabatha. Do you know if he did?”

“Tabatha, yes. The other one, I don’t know.”

“We need to.”

“Okay.”

And in the interrogation room, the one-on-one continued. Madigan was probably brilliant at getting confessions from the typical perp you saw in the Central Valley. But Edwin Sharp was not a typical perp.

Well, under Giles versus Lohan…

The stalker listened patiently, analytically as Madigan said, “And we’ve just been through your house, Edwin. We found a lot of interesting things, including latex gloves, the same sort that were used in the murder. And trace evidence.”

Edwin said calmly, “I see. My house, hm? Did you get a warrant?”

“We didn’t need one. My deputy noticed some things in plain sight.”

“Even from the sidewalk?” the stalker asked. “Tough to see anything inside unless you entered on the property. Well, I don’t really think you had the right to take anything. I want it returned.”

Dance turned to Harutyun. “Did he get a warrant?”

“No, after we saw things were missing from Bobby’s, the Chief sent a deputy over there—Miguel Lopez—and he saw things from the trailer through Edwin’s window, in plain sight…. What’s the matter?”

Dance didn’t reply.

Inside the interrogation room Edwin was saying, “Well, I haven’t been in Bobby’s trailer, so …”