“Get her out of here.”
The door banged shut behind her and there was a sudden silence.
“Well, she’s an angry one,” Angus finally said, brushing his hands off.
“Thank you for intervening,” I said. “And I hope everyone noticed she threatened to kill me. Shouldn’t you make a note somewhere?”
Derek chuckled.
Angus sighed. “She was just overwrought.”
“She’s a raving loon,” I said pointedly. “And dangerous. It’s not the first time she’s attacked me.”
“Yes, I saw you both tangling the other day.”
“No, before that,” I said. “Back in San Francisco. Never mind. Anyway, thanks.”
“My job,” he said, holding out his hands. “Besides, she’s got no business in here. This is a crime scene.”
“She really will try to report you.” Minka wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box.
“She’s welcome to try.” Angus shook his head. “She seems more and more unbalanced every time I see her. We’ll hold her for questioning.”
“Good,” Derek said.
Minka had blamed me for another death after Abraham was killed last month. She’d attacked me and accused the police of playing favorites. I was getting a little tired of it.
A little? I slumped into my chair as the adrenaline rush wore off. I felt like an idiot for behaving so wildly, but nobody in the world ticked me off like Minka did. Would I ever be free of her maddening presence in my life? I truly wished her dead.
Okay, erase that. My mother would call that tempting karma. I wasn’t cynical enough to disagree, so I shook my head and quickly erased that thought. If only it were that easy, as if my brain were an Etch A Sketch and the screen were now blank.
So maybe I didn’t want her dead, but I did want her to go away and leave me alone.
I considered that new change in thinking a sign of personal growth.
The crime scene investigators took over the room, and Angus moved our little group to the far corner. He grilled me again, implored me to search my mind for any other people Kyle might’ve spoken to about the Robert Burns book.
“And more important,” he added, “who’s most likely to have stolen your bookbinding tools for the purposes of implicating you?”
“Exactly,” I said emphatically. “That’s the key to this puzzle.”
I pulled out the book fair program and went down the list of exhibitors, pointing out the names of experts who might’ve given Kyle some feedback.
“I would’ve thought his cousin Royce would have an opinion of the book,” I said, “but he seems completely uninvolved in that side of the business.”
Angus flipped through his notebook. “Royce McVee was interviewed and had a strong alibi for the night his cousin was killed. He was speaking to a group of underwriters that afternoon, and everyone proceeded directly to a cocktail party and dinner that evening.”
“Shoot,” I muttered.
As he continued to read his notes, I stood and paced. It helped me think.
I felt a twinge of guilt but finally said, “Have you talked to Helen Chin’s husband, Martin?”
“Martin?” He skimmed back over his notes. “Martin Warrington? I’ve got his name listed, but I didn’t talk to him.” He called Terrence over and asked him to track down whoever interviewed Martin. It turned out Martin had a number of people who’d vouched for his whereabouts the night Kyle died.
“Helen Chin was with you on the ghost tour,” Angus said.
“Yes,” I said. “But there’s no way she could’ve dragged Perry under the table. And she was in our car on the way back from Rosslyn Chapel.”
“Yes, it’s doubtful she’d get in the car after sabotaging it,” Angus said, frowning. I couldn’t blame him, as we were running low on suspects.
“The cousin was also the partner, wasn’t he?” Derek said.
“Yes, partner in a very lucrative company,” Angus added.
“He had a lot to gain by Kyle’s death,” I mused aloud. “I would talk to him again. He might’ve started out at the meeting, then sneaked out, then returned for the cocktail party.”
I looked up to see both Derek and Angus staring at me with some apprehension. Angus turned to Derek. “You did warn me.”
“What?” I asked.
Derek shook his head. “It sounds like you’re running your own investigation, darling. It almost got you killed once before, remember?”
“I’m just helping,” I said defensively, then thought, Screw it. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got a stake in the outcome here. Some clown is trying to frame me for murder.”
Derek’s lips twisted in a wry smile. “She has a point.”