An A-List for Death by Pamela Hart

Author:Pamela Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQ Fiction
Published: 2022-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I gave Tyler a call and filled him in, then decided I couldn’t wait around at home, so I went into the Museum of New South Wales—for one thing, it was time I brought my friend Annie up to date on what was going on, and for another, I could meet Tol when he came out of his meeting. I couldn’t believe it was still only afternoon. The day seemed to have been going for at least a week.

Fortunately, Annie, who is a deputy director of the museum, wasn’t in the same meeting. Annie’s my oldest and my sanest friend, and I felt much better after I’d unloaded everything on her and had her pat my back and say, ‘Poor possum. You have been in the wars, haven’t you?’

Then I waited for Tol in his office, working on the drum script on my laptop, though I had trouble concentrating. I couldn’t help wondering where Jonathan had been today. Surely he’d have come out of Daisy’s flat if he’d been there when the police arrived? Or they’d have mentioned that he was there when they were putting forward their ridiculous theory about him and me?

So where had he been? I didn’t want to call him. Phone records can be checked, and I didn’t want to give Detective Chloe the idea that he and I were in cahoots.

On the off chance, I rang Damien.

‘Evolution!’ he answered cheerily. ‘Hi, Poppy.’

‘Hey, Damo. Have you seen Jonathan today?’

He chuckled. ‘Lost him already?’

‘Check out the news,’ I advised. ‘There’s bad news at Daisy’s. Tell him to call me if you see him.’ I gave him Alex’s number—for some reason, the boys still had a landline and an answering machine. Part of the retro decor, maybe.

‘Thought you had his mobile number?’

‘I do.’

‘Mysterious,’ Damien said. ‘Okay.’

I really liked Damien.

I sat for a while, thinking about everything that had happened. Esmerelda had almost certainly been killed because she’d tried to photograph someone doing something they didn’t want known. In the corridor outside Daisy’s flat.

So who could have got into that corridor?

I’d been assuming that whoever attacked Daisy had come in from the outside—a thief, an enemy, an angry family member. That she had let her attacker in through the security door. And the burglary … it wasn’t all that hard to get into the actual building—press a few buttons and say you had a parcel. I’d been imagining one of Jonathan’s fans having a ‘Tell me where Nathan is!’ conversation which ended in violence. And then they’d come back to try to find Daisy’s address book—which Mary had.

But what if the attacker was already in the building? Another resident. A staff member. One of the many care workers who came and went every day in any retirement village. Malouf. And would the police even think of that when they had the big glamorous world of show business to distract them?

Just after five thirty, Tol walked into his office and stopped in surprise—pleased surprise, I was glad to see. I got up and went to him, all the horror and grief of the day rising up in me afresh.

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