Murder Dancing (Libby Sergeant Murder Mysteries) (Volume 16) by Lesley Cookman

Author:Lesley Cookman [Cookman, Lesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781783756926
Amazon: 1783756926
Publisher: Accent Press
Published: 2016-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

On Saturday, there was still a police presence at the theatre, but it was understood that Ian had taken himself and a colleague up to London. Max took the company over to Carpenter’s Hall in the morning, Ben went off to the estate timber yard, Libby went shopping and Harry said he couldn’t take lunch to the dancers as Saturday was his busiest lunchtime in the restaurant.

‘You should have heard them,’ Max told Libby later that afternoon when he called in to see her. ‘I tried to tell them it had been a perk, and they were very lucky to have had it every day, but it was as though they’d been deprived of basic human rights.’

‘What did you do?’ Libby was amused.

‘Seb and Damian went to the little shop and bought every sandwich they had.’

‘Well, at least they’re handmade,’ said Libby.

Max smiled and fidgeted with his mug. Libby had supplied tea and was now waiting to supply sympathy, which she felt sure was going to be demanded.

‘Have you learnt anything more from the boys?’ he asked eventually.

‘Your boys? No. Apart from the fact that it was drugs which got Seb into trouble when Stan rescued him.’

‘Not entirely unexpected.’ Max looked dissatisfied. ‘At least Seb hasn’t got a motive.’

‘No.’ Libby was surprised. ‘Did you think he might have?’

‘He was the closest to Stan. And I was sure he didn’t really like him.’

‘Difficult situation given they were living together.’ Libby was unwilling to say anything else.

‘Mmm.’ Max took a sip of tea and put his mug down. ‘Has your policeman said anything to you?’

‘No. Well, he wouldn’t. He’s not allowed to discuss cases with members of the public.’ Libby crossed her fingers.

‘But you’ve helped him in the past.’

‘That doesn’t make any difference.’

‘But you can make suggestions?’

Libby gave him a wary look. ‘How do you mean?’

‘If you hear something you can pass it on, can’t you?’

‘If I think it’s relevant. Anybody can, and should. If you hear anything, you should tell the police.’ Libby squinted at him. ‘Have you heard something, then?’

‘Not really.’ Max was fidgeting again.

‘Yes, you have. That was why you came, wasn’t it?’

‘You’re too shrewd for your own good,’ said Max with an attempt at a grin.

‘Nosy, is what most people say. Shrewd is polite. Now, come on, out with it.’

Max sighed. ‘It’s not much, really. I just happened to overhear the two new boys –’

‘Which two?’

‘Jeremy and Bernie.’ Max was surprised. ‘Why?’

‘Not Paul, then?’

‘No-o. Why do you say that?’

‘Just go on.’

‘Well, it was about him, actually. You know they were all auditionees?’

‘Yes.’

‘They’ve stuck together to a degree because they’re all new to the company.’ Max stared into the fire.

‘And?’ prompted Libby.

‘Jeremy and Bernie were talking about him.’

‘I gathered that,’ said Libby, after another moment’s silence. ‘What about him?’

‘Apparently, he got thrown out of a panto chorus.’

‘That’s unusual, isn’t it? What for?’

‘That’s the trouble, they didn’t say. They both obviously knew all about it – whether they were in it as well, I don’t know. But it sounded – I don’t know – nasty.

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