File M For Murder

Sean rolled his eyes three times while I talked, but he waited to comment until I finished. “Some advertisement for marriage, those two. They’re totally whacked.”

“Agreed,” I said. “If they’re that unstable, I can easily see one of them deciding to kill Lawton and take him out of the picture.”

“You think Magda Johnston attacked Laura?”

I pondered that for a moment. “It’s certainly possible, especially if she considered Laura a rival. But that would have made more sense before Lawton was killed. I can’t see her doing it after he was dead. Plus, there was the odd smell.”

“What are you talking about?” Sean looked puzzled. “What smell?”

“Sorry, I forgot you weren’t in the room when Laura told Kanesha about that.” I explained briefly. “I didn’t notice any smell like that with Magda in the room, so it must have been some other person. And before Magda found Laura. I think that probably clears her.”

“Maybe so.” Sean didn’t look convinced. “But she’s obviously a nutcase. I wouldn’t count her out just yet.”

“I’m not. She and Ralph are at the top of my list.” I glanced down at the papers on the table. “But I can’t stare at the forest and not look at the individual trees, so to speak. What more is there? Anything that might point a finger at someone else?”

Sean straightened in his chair and leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Heck, yeah. Damitra Vane. There are some e-mails that will make you blush.” He chuckled. “I know I did when I read them.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Exchanges between Lawton and different Hollywood guys, all about what Damitra Vane will do to get a part, and how good she is at certain activities.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Sexual activities?”

Sean nodded. “Pretty disgusting, too. If she knows he talked about her like this—basically saying she’s nothing more than a prostitute and too dumb to realize it—I don’t think she’d be too happy with him.”

My head began to ache in earnest. Connor Lawton defiled everything he touched, or so I was beginning to feel. It made me sick to my stomach to think of my daughter involved with such a man. What was she thinking? Did she not know what he was really like?

If I found out she was aware of all this and still associated with Lawton despite it, I’d be hugely disappointed in her. She had been reared better than this.

Sean must have read at least some of my thoughts in my expression, because he looked increasingly disturbed.

“No, Dad, I know what you’re thinking. I’m sure Laura didn’t know about any of this. She’d never condone crap like this.”

“What are you talking about?” Laura’s sharp tone surprised both of us. “What wouldn’t I condone?”

I turned to see her standing in the kitchen doorway. She scowled at Sean and me as she advanced toward us. Diesel went to her, chirping a welcome. She paused several feet from me to pat Diesel’s head.

“Come sit down, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I stood and pulled out a chair for her.

“I’m feeling better, thanks.” Laura sat and folded her arms across her chest. Her expression turned mulish. “What are you two talking about? Something to do with me, I know.”

I resumed my seat, and Sean and I exchanged glances. He shrugged, and I knew it was up to me to answer Laura.

“Sean printed some of the files from the thumb drive.” I indicated the papers on the table with a slight jerk of my head. “We’ve examined them, and they reveal some nasty aspects to Lawton’s personality.” I paused for a moment. “Aspects that I can’t believe you knew about, frankly, or you wouldn’t have remained a friend.”

Laura stared hard at me and then at her brother. Slowly, as if reluctant, she reached for the papers and pulled them toward her. She drew a deep breath and began to read the one on top—Lawton’s savage letter about Ralph Johnston’s play.

“How about some tea? Or something to eat?” I asked.

“Hot tea would be nice.” Laura’s gaze didn’t waver from the letter as she spoke.

With a motion of his hand that indicated I should remain seated, Sean got up to make the tea for her. I nodded, then watched with mounting concern and unease as Laura read through the short stack of papers.

She was still reading when Sean set the cup of tea in front of her. She picked it up and took a few sips as she continued to read. Her face reddened and then paled a few times before she put the last paper down.

“That pig. ‘Experience, manhood, honour, ne’er before did violate so itself.’” She shook her head.

“Shakespeare, right?” Sean glanced at me.

“I think so,” I said when Laura failed to respond. “But I’m not sure of the play.”

“Antony and Cleopatra,” Laura said. “And here’s another one: ‘Slave, souless villain, dog! O rarely base!’” She rubbed her eyes, and I could see she was crying. “I could think of a lot more, if I weren’t so angry with him.”

Before I could move, Sean got up and knelt by her, putting his arm around her. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he held her until she calmed. Then he kissed her forehead before resuming his seat.