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“And this audit is due to a potential merger.”
“That’s right. We were approached by a company that designs and makes organizing equipment and tools. They do a nice online business, but haven’t been able to keep up more than a small storefront otherwise. What they need is an influx of cash, and a connection. We’re in talks about merging them into Your Space. Before we move to the next step, we wanted solid figures, ours and theirs, so we insisted on full audits. If we do this, it’s a big step. It would mean expanding, finding a retail and office space for that new end of the business, staffing it. We need to be sure we’re ready, financially, and both parties have to be sure the foundation’s there.”
“Your financial adviser is on board with this?”
“Fully aware, yes, and was working with Jim. I know, too, from the media reports that Marta’s body was found right there, at the new WIN building. It’s... disturbing to have so many connections to murder.”
“You work with Jake Ingersol at WIN.”
“Yeah. A lot of energy,” she said with a smile. “Enthusiasm. We always say we feel like we could organize the world after a session with Jake. Angie talked to him just... Here she is.”
The compact brunette moved quickly, striding in, sticking out a hand to Eve, then Peabody. “Angie Carabelli. I have to say it’s great to meet you even though it’s terrible. Our goal around here is to organize Roarke World.”
“Angie.” Latisha winced.
“Oh, come on, it’s a fact. We’re all so sorry about Marta. We liked her, and we were looking forward to working with her. What do you need to know?”
“We can get this out of the way if both of you can tell me where you were on the night of the murder, from nine to midnight.”
Angie looked at Latisha. “Don’t you get tired of always being right?”
“No.”
“Tisha said the cops would come, and they’d ask that exact question. I said, They will not. Why? And she said—”
“Connections,” Latisha finished.
“So we talked about it, all of us.”
“To get your stories straight,” Eve said mildly.
“God, that’s just what that sounded like.” Angie let out a choked laugh. “No, just to prepare, especially since the reports said you were in charge, though we still figured you’d just send some other detectives. But I was hoping you’d come because I have this Roarke goal. Professionally,” she added with a smile.
“If it’s in Angie’s head,” Latisha put in, “it generally comes out of her mouth.”
“That’s true. Why hedge? It’s not efficient. And here you are, asking the question. I prepared but it still made my stomach jump.”
“Why don’t I take this?” Latisha suggested. “We were all here—all five of us—until about nine-thirty. We had an after-hours staff meeting, and Clare made Irish stew.”
“She likes to cook,” Angie put in. “Kassy left first. She got married last September and wanted to get home to her honey. Then Holly left to meet this guy she’s been seeing. He was taking her dancing. Nobody takes me dancing. She looked completely iced, didn’t she, Tisha?”
“She did. Angie and Clare left together.”
“We shared a cab. We live in the same building. One of our neighbors was having a party, so we hit that.”
“And I locked up, went home because I currently have no life,” Latisha finished. “I walked. It’s only five blocks.”
“I wish you wouldn’t walk alone at night,” Angie admonished.
“I have a black belt in karate, and I carry Back-Off. I was in bed by eleven. Alone.”
“Your own fault. If you gave Craig another chance, I think—”
“Angie, I don’t think Lieutenant Dallas or Detective Peabody are interested in my lack of sex life at the moment.”
“Everybody’s interested in sex, right?” She grinned at Peabody.
“It’s hard to argue that.”
