Jane replied, "She'd gone shopping for her grandchildren and spilled baby toys out of her bag. The snoop asked if her daughter didn't have to be pretty old to have babies. Which was insulting. It seemed to me to suggest that Ms. Bunting is even older than she is."

"How old is she?"

"I really don't know. I'd guess early seventies. Ms. Bunting said she was in her early forties when she got pregnant. So the daughter would be around thirty."

"When I interviewed her daughter, that was what I would have guessed," Mel confirmed.

"Anyway, Ms. Bunting replied that it wasn't her daughter who was too old to have babies. It was she herself who had the daughter quite late in her life after three miscarriages when she was young."

Mel said, "That must have been a hard thing for her. Three in a row."

Jane was a bit surprised that any man could understand how difficult it might be to face miscarriage after miscarriage. She'd known several women who'd had one or even two and were devastated by it, fearing they were doomed to be childless forever.

"What did the rest of the people who knew Denny seem to think of him?" Mel asked.

"Sh.e.l.ley and I didn't like him. And when he bragged about being in a film at Sundance that won awards, one of the men said Denny had only been an extra."

"Which one said that?"

"I'm not sure. Sh.e.l.ley might remember. But it could just have been a guess anyway. Denny was very arrogant."

"What were your impressions of the rest of them? John Bunting, for example?"

"And old lech with bad breath," Jane replied instantly. "He made a point of sitting really close to Joani the first night," she went on. "She was wearing a really loose top and he was trying to get a good look at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Joani moved away from him just as Ms. Bunting told him to behave himself. He did know his lines, however. He sort of slurred them, but he had the words right."

"A heavy drinker?"

"Possibly. No. Probably. Did his old pals who got together say anything about his drinking?"

"They led me to believe they were all tanked by the time they left. I can't see how the rest of them are so successful in business if this is their usual alcohol consumption. But it might be Bunting's norm."

"I'd guess that's true."

Suddenly Mel changed the subject. "Since you fed me such a nice breakfast, let me return the favor. Let's go out to a really expensive restaurant tonight."

"You're on."

It wasn't to be.

Mel called her back at noon. "I'm going to have to back out of dinner. The janitor at the theater was found a while ago in the alley behind the same theater."

"Dead?"

"Not quite. In a coma. Not expected to survive."

"Same kind of weapon?"

"We don't know yet. The hospital is doing X-rays as we speak."

"I was looking forward to dinner, but I understand. I can occupy myself tonight with writing and needlepointing. Do get back to me when you know more, if you have time."

When she hung up, she called Sh.e.l.ley and told her about the janitor.

"Who would want to attack a janitor?" Sh.e.l.ley asked.

"I have no idea. Mel said he'd call me back when he knew more. Let's go get some good coffee and I'll tell you about the conversation I had with him this morning."

When they had their coffee and were sitting in a little park across from Starbucks, where no one could overhear them, Jane said, "For almost the first time, he asked what we thought of the rest of the cast."

"Amazing. What did you tell him?"

Jane recounted the conversation, including who had alibis and who didn't. Who had keys to the theater. Mel's impressions of the people he'd interviewed.

"Isn't that interesting. I know he loves you and tolerates me. It surprises me that he was so open about what he knew, let alone that he actually asked for our impressions of the people at the theater."

"I was astonished, too. We've nearly always had to force our opinions on him."

Jane took the last sip of her coffee and sighed. "I have to go home and do my two hours of writing and one hour of needlepointing. You know, I'm really enjoying learning how to work on a canvas more than I thought. It has nothing to dowith words or plots. Maybe that's why I like it. It's a different sort of creativity."

"I know what you mean. It's much more interesting than rating caterers, figuring the taxes, buying groceries, and all the other boring things we're forced to do."

When Jane was home and at the computer, after checking the answering machine, which had no messages, she found herself wondering the same thing Sh.e.l.ley had. Why would anyone attack a janitor?

What do janitors do?

They clean up places when the people who occupy them aren't there.

That makes blackmail easy.

Mel was sure to know this, too.

She tried to put those thoughts out of her head and went back to her laptop to do her two-hour stint. She looked over her notes once more and made a note about butlers having the same access to private matters as janitors. Then deleted it. Two hours later she'd done another chapter. She was really on a roll today. She liked starting another chapter as soon as she finished one. It made her feel she'd gotten a head start on the next day. So she worked for another half hour. Then called Sh.e.l.ley again.

"No word from Mel. Want to needlepoint together for a while?"

"Okay. Here or at your house?"

"Mine. I want to be here in case Mel calls."

They sat down at either end of the long sofa in the living room, each having room for their thread containers. Both admired the other 's work so far. Sh.e.l.ley's, however, was done a tiny bit tighter than Jane's. It figured, Jane a.s.sumed. Sh.e.l.ley was more intense in almost all matters than Jane was.

As they settled in to work, Jane explained her theory about janitors. "They work alone, and could get away with learning private things about people."

"I don't know," Sh.e.l.ley said. "There could be other motives, couldn't there?"

"Like what?"

"Maybe he was a gossip. Telling other people how sloppy his other customers were."

"That's not enough of a motive for attacking him," Jane claimed. "And how would the person who was slandered know about it? Or really care enough?"

"Okay. But what if he was stealing things?" "Easy. You complain to his supervisor. You don't try to kill him to stop him."

"Maybe in self-defense, if the janitor was fired

and tried to attack the person responsible for it."

"Maybe," Jane said, pickin up the television

remote and turning on Home and Garden TV. "I

like my own theory best. But it doesn't matter. It's

Mel's problem, not ours. Oh, this is my favorite

show. Designing for the s.e.xes. I like that Michael guy. And you can always tell whose side he's taking. See? He's explaining, ever so nicely, why the man is wrong this time. But he'll be sure to provide one thing the husband really, really wants in order to pacify him."

Mel called around nine that evening. "The janitor has been in surgery almost all day, having pieces of bone picked out of his brain. There's a slim chance he may survive."