45. Sean
SEAN
C hecking the time, I know Detective Fielder will be here any minute. He’s known to be punctual. Hopefully, Lowri will show up a few minutes early. I’d like to gauge her mood and start repairing the damage between us.
“Greetings, detective. Have a seat and give us an update on your investigation.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll stand. This should be quick. I have officers waiting for me near the theater.”
Lowri’s eyebrows pop up in sync with mine.
“That sounds ominous. What’s going on?”
“We’re here to arrest one of your performers on suspicion of murdering Mr. Brentwood. I wanted to give you the courtesy of a heads-up.”
“Which one of the performers?” Lowri asks.
“I’d rather not say until they’re in custody, but you are both welcome to accompany me to the theater,”
“Of course, we’ll be going to the theater. It’s Sean’s hotel. You don’t get to invite him to join you. It’s the other way around,” she says.
She beat me to the punch. Gotta love that spunk.
“Like she said, we will escort you to the theater. First, tell us how you know your suspect is there? And why do you think it was one of our performers?”
“We’ve tied one of your performers to Mr. Brentwood.
They had motive, opportunity, and means.
They also have the build and blond hair we can see in the video footage your security department shared.
As for how we know they are in the theater, we followed them here.
Now, please take me to the theater before they leave. ”
“Why won’t you tell us who it is?”
“Walls have ears, and we can’t take the chance that someone will alert them, and they will run.”
“That’s rather insulting,” Lowri says.
“Forgive me, but we’re dealing with a murderer. I don’t care if it’s insulting. I’m not risking the suspect getting away,” Fielder says.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I hiss.
I lead the way, with Lowri by my side. Leaning down, I whisper to her, “This is a shit show. Not only did a member of the public die, but also, my employee may have murdered him.”
She nods.