“Everyone was here at one?”

“Well, I don’t know. Everyone on the girls’ side would’ve been by around one-thirty anyway. I know that sounds silly, but the singers are all girls, and we’re all on stage left, so we call the girls’ side.”

“Anyone missing, or late?”

“I just don’t know. My sisters and I went straight out to rehearse, and I can’t recall anyone not being there when we switched off so the Eternal Lights could rehearse.”

“And your father?”

“I heard him doing sound checks. He had such a big voice. Then we all rehearsed the final song, and the encore. I went to spend some time with Walt and Jilly-my husband and my daughter.”

“Okay. What’s the address where you’re staying?”

Eve noted it down, nodded. “Thank you, Josie.”

“I know God has a plan. And I know whoever did this will answer to God. But I hope you’ll see that whoever did this answers here on Earth before that day.”

“Well, that’s my plan.”

Eve went back out, wound around to Roarke, who sat front row center, happily playing with his pocket PPC. “Status?”

“God is a very big, and very lucrative business. Want a report?”

“Not just yet. You should go home.”

“Why do you always want to spoil my fun?”

She leaned down until they were eye to eye. “His wife loved him. That’s no bullshit. I love you.”

“That’s no bullshit.”

“If I found out you were screwing around on me, could I off you?” He inclined his head. “I believe I’ve already been informed you’d be doing the rhumba-after appropriate lessons-on my cold, dead body.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” It cheered her up. “Just not sure pink Jolene has the stones for that.”

“Jimmy Jay was in violation of the… which commandment is it that deals with adultery?”

“How the hell would I know, especially since I wouldn’t wait for you to face your eternal punishment, should you be in said violation, before I rhumba’d my ass off.”

“Such is true love.”

“Bet your excellent ass. I got the vibe he might’ve been screwing around, but maybe I’m just a cynical so-and-so.”

Pleased with her, Roarke tapped a finger over the dent in her chin. “You are, but you’re my cynical so-and-so.”

“Awww. Money’s another good one. What kind of-round figure-lucrative are we talking?”

“If we put church assets, personal assets, assets neatly tipped into his children’s and grandchildren’s names, his wife’s personal assets into the same hat, upward of six billion.”

“That’s pretty fucking round. I’ll get back to you.”

She hunted down Clyde, found him in a small backstage canteen, sitting over what smelled like a miserable cup of coffee. He smiled weakly.

“Coffee here’s as bad as cop coffee ever was.”

“I’ll take your word.” She sat and looked him in the eye. “Did Jimmy Jay have a sidepiece?”

He puffed out his cheeks. “I never saw him, not once in the eight years I’ve been with him, behave inappro-priately with another woman.”

“That’s not an answer, Clyde.”

He shifted in his seat, and she knew her vibe rang true.

“I’ve been divorced twice. Drank too much, saw too much, brought it all home too much and lost two wives to the job. Lost my faith, lost myself. I found them again when I heard Jimmy Jay preach. I went to him, and he gave me a job. He gave me a second chance to be a good man.”

“That’s still not an answer. He’s dead. Somebody put something besides a little shot of vodka in his water. So I’m going to ask you one more time, Detective Sergeant: Did he have a sidepiece?”

“I figure it’s likely. I never saw him, like I said. But I had a sidepiece or two in my time, and I know the signs.”

“Did his wife know?”

“If you asked me to swear to it, I might hesitate, but I’d still say no.”

“Why?”

“I’d’ve seen it, felt it. It’s a good bet I’d have heard it. I think she’d have stood by him if she found out, but I think-hell, I know-she’d have put the stops to it. She’s a soft-hearted woman, Lieutenant, and she loved him to distraction. But she’s got a spine in there. She wouldn’t put up with it. Fact is, he loved her the same way.

“I know,” he said when she stared through him. “We always say we love the wife when we’re screwing around on her. But he did. The man was crazy about Jolene. He just lit up when she was around. If she’d found out and put it to him, if he’d seen it hurt her, he’d have stopped.”

“He didn’t stop the vodka.”

Clyde puffed out his cheeks again. “No. No, I guess he didn’t.”

EVE TOOK TIME OUT TO WATCH A REPLAY OF the live feed. To watch the last minutes of Jimmy Jay Jenkins’s life, and study his death. The witness reports fell into the accurate range. But now she was more interested in the reaction than the action.

Jolene, rushing to her fallen husband. Shock, horror, faint. And if that wasn’t a genuine faint, Eve would personally nominate her for the evangelical equivalent of an Oscar.

Clyde next, sprinting from the opposite end of the stage while he shouted orders to the security team to keep people back. The daughters, their husbands, crew running, tumbling, screaming, shoving.

Pandemonium.

Clyde holding them back, sharp words-cop’s words. And, hmm, she mused, a group of women in sparkly, flouncy blue dresses. All blondes, all clinging together like one entity.

Eternal Light Singers, by her guess. One took a step forward, choked out the victim’s name-Eve could see her candy pink lips form the words-before she went to her knees to weep into her hands.

Interesting. Snapping off the replay, she turned to head back. McNab crossed paths with Eve as she snaked her way toward the dressing areas.

“I got the sons-in-law and the security team. She-Body’s finished with the daughters and most of the live-feed crew. We got a snag. One of the sons-in-law’s a lawyer.”

“Shit.”

“Ain’t that always the way?” McNab took a strip of gum from one of the pockets of his fluorescent pants, offered it. At Eve’s head shake, he folded it into his own mouth. “So. He’s making lawyer noises. It’s after two A.M., and people have been held here for over four hours, yaddah-blah-blah.”

“Did you get anything from any of the interviews?”

“Nothing that buzzed and popped. Lawyer Guy’s puffing a bit, but it feels like mostly he just wants to get his family out of here.”

Eve considered a moment. She could cut the imme-diate family loose, for now. Or… “Let’s let them all go. Nobody’s going to cut and run. Maybe we’ll give the killer a few hours to think he or she got away with it. Give some of the others time to mull, maybe come up with more on re-interview. I got something I want to check out anyway.”

“I’ll open the gates.”

“I’ll want your full report, and Peabody’s, by eight hundred, and Peabody at my home office that same hour.”

“Ouch.” He shrugged good-naturedly.

Eve went back to Roarke. “I’m letting them go. Whoever we didn’t get to this round, we’ll interview in the morning.”

“Aren’t you being uncharacteristically considerate?”

“One of the vic’s sons-in-law is a lawyer.”

“There’s one in every crowd.”

“And, not only is it not worth dicking with the lawyer, but it may work to my advantage. The sweepers will be a while,” she added with a glance back toward the stage. “And I want to check something out on the way home anyway.”

“All right.” He pocketed his PPC and rose.

“Anything in those financials you’ve been playing with hinky?”

He smiled at the term. “Most financials-if they’re worth anything-contain small portions of hink. But no, nothing over the line. Skirting it, in several areas. Your victim had very smart, very creative, and very lucrative advice. He was generous with his good works, but the cynical part of me says he could well afford to be. And those good works played to his advantage tax-wise and publicity-wise. He wasn’t shy about tooting his own horn.”