The Lovebirds. B.J. Daniels
looked to Tempest. ‘‘So that’s when you came on the scene?’’
She nodded. ‘‘I was on the floor below. I came right up.’’
‘‘By elevator?’’ he asked.
‘‘No, Mrs. Sanders had the elevator door blocked open with her bags. I took the emergency stairs off the fire escape and entered through the fire exit door.’’ Tempest seemed to read his mind. ‘‘I insisted Mrs. Sanders leave everything just as she’d found it—including the bags she’d used to block the elevator.’’
The two shopping bags he’d noticed against the opposite wall from the body.
He turned his attention back to Mitzy, trying not to think about the possibility of working with Tempest Bailey. With luck, she wouldn’t take the job. ‘‘Did you touch anything?’’ he asked Mitzy.
‘‘I just screamed and the next thing I knew—’’ she swung her gaze at Tempest ‘‘—she came through my house. It appears Oliver didn’t use the dead bolt on the fire escape exit.’’ Mitzy shook her head in disgust. ‘‘Then she called your office and ordered me to go back down to the lobby.’’
Jack knew the answer to this one. ‘‘But you didn’t.’’
‘‘Of course not,’’ Mitzy said. ‘‘I couldn’t have a bunch of strangers up here unsupervised.’’ Tempest Bailey was far from a stranger to Mitzy even if Tempest hadn’t been the hotel detective. ‘‘There wasn’t any reason I couldn’t wait in the living room and just step around the body if I had to.’’
He glanced at Tempest. She said nothing, but her expression told him everything he needed to know about her confrontation with Mitzy. ‘‘You called the sheriff’s department from your own cell phone?’’
Tempest nodded. ‘‘I touched nothing nor did I let anyone else touch anything around the victim or the penthouse until I turned it over to the two deputies and it could be photographed and fingerprints taken. I have been here with both...witnesses the entire time.’’
‘‘Good work.’’
‘‘I was just doing my job.’’
Mitzy looked as if she wanted to argue that.
‘‘How many keys are there to the penthouse?’’ he asked Tempest.
‘‘Four,’’ she answered without hesitation. ‘‘Mrs. Sanders and I each have one. Mr. Sanders has two.’’
Jack shot Oliver a look.
‘‘I have a tendency to misplace mine,’’ he said.
So it seemed. ‘‘May I see everyone’s key?’’ Jack asked.
Tempest produced hers. Mitzy had to have her little pink bag brought in from the foyer. She dug around for a moment, then finally came up with it. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Oliver reach into the pocket of his suit pants, frown, then move to the bar where he began to mix himself another drink.
‘‘Don’t you have your keys?’’ Jack asked.
‘‘No, I guess I left mine at my office,’’ Oliver said after a moment, his back to everyone.
‘‘So whose key did Peggy have?’’ Jack asked as if he didn’t know the answer.
Oliver turned slowly from the bar, another full drink in his hand. He stared down into the frothy liquid for a moment, then glanced at his wife, who’d swung around on the couch to look at him. He let out a long sigh. ‘‘I asked Peggy to drop off the presents I’d purchased for Mitzy. She offered and since she didn’t have any plans and I wanted everything here before Mitzy got home and I wasn’t sure what time I could get off work, I thought, why not?’’
Oliver had rattled that off a little too quickly. Jack looked at him, wondering why the man would lie about something as innocuous as having Peggy drop off the gifts. Except for the fact that the woman was now dead in his foyer.
‘‘So you had already bought all the presents?’’ Jack asked, trying to pin down the lie. ‘‘When was that?’’
‘‘What does it matter?’’ Oliver snapped. Mitzy hadn’t said a word but she was still looking at her husband, a hard brittleness in her gaze.
‘‘It matters to me,’’ Jack said. And it appeared to matter to Mitzy as well. ‘‘When did you purchase the gifts? I’m sure you have the receipts or the clerks at the stores can substantiate your story.’’
Oliver glared at him. ‘‘I had Peggy buy everything this afternoon.’’
Mitzy turned back around, picked up her martini and drained half of it.
‘‘Where did Ms. Kane buy the chocolates?’’ Jack asked.
Oliver seemed to hesitate as if he might be considering lying. ‘‘Sweet Things.’’
‘‘Her choice? Or yours?’’ Jack asked.
‘‘Mine. I’d called ahead so I got exactly what I wanted,’’ he said, glancing at his wife’s back, as if he thought that fact was going to save him. But Mitzy seemed more interested in her drink than her husband now. Jack could understand that.
‘‘Cash? Or charge?’’ Jack asked.
Again Oliver seemed to hesitate, then said, ‘‘Charge. I would imagine Peggy still has my credit card.’’ The realization definitely didn’t make him happy. ‘‘I should have known Peggy couldn’t handle this.’’ He didn’t seem torn up over his secretary’s death and that bothered Jack. But Oliver was upset over something and it had to be more than getting caught sending his secretary out to do his Valentine’s Day shopping.
It also made Jack wonder how Peggy had gotten the job and why. ‘‘How long has Peggy been your secretary?’’
‘‘Too long,’’ Mitzy commented under her breath, then turned her baby blues on Jack. ‘‘Obviously, Oliver only hired her because he felt sorry for her and look where it’s gotten him.’’
Where had it gotten him? Jack wondered.
‘‘Just a little over a year,’’ Oliver said as if Mitzy hadn’t spoken.
‘‘Are you saying she wasn’t a good secretary?’’
‘‘Adequate,’’ Oliver said and finished his drink.
‘‘But you kept her on,’’ Jack persisted.
‘‘Finding anyone who wants to work in River’s Edge is next to impossible,’’ Oliver said.
Mitzy emptied her glass.
‘‘When did you arrive at the penthouse?’’ Jack asked Oliver.
‘‘Right after Mitzy.’’ Oliver glanced at Tempest as if he expected her to either corroborate his story—or contradict it. ‘‘I came up the back stairs.’’
Jack lifted a brow.
‘‘The elevator was blocked, remember?’’ Oliver said. ‘‘I wasn’t even aware I didn’t have my key.’’
THE MISSING EXTRA KEY bothered Jack. But what bothered him more was the way Oliver had looked to Tempest.
Jack glanced at her now. She said nothing, but from the set of her jaw, Jack guessed she wasn’t happy about something.
‘‘Excuse me, Sheriff,’’ Deputy Reed said from the living room doorway. ‘‘The coroner is in the lobby.’’
‘‘Bring him up,’’ Jack said,