Taking out his notebook, he entered her name and scribbled a small note: good candidate for another interview , too much sweetness and light.
***
Andrew, summoned by the woman police constable for his interview, walked down the hallway, and knocked on the Eleanor’s office door. Disappointment stung him when he heard a male voice inviting him to come in. He hoped Sgt. Kate Fraser woul d be conducting the interview . Now that was a woman he could consider giving up his selfish slutty self for the likes of her.
Her beauty had literally stunned him when the detective in charge introduced her . He had stood like an adolescent, nodding his head and smiling, unable to croak out a word. She was tall est woman he had met , would come up to his chin in her stocking feet, the image stung him with excitement. Probably got a thing going with someone.
Sighing, he opened the door and entered the office. Gordon Ramsey sat behind the desk. M aking like a Howard Hughes, he ignored Andrew`s extended hand, and invited him to be seated. He didn`t waste time with polite talk, turned the tape recorder on and began.
“So, Mr. Wilkins, how long have you worked with Jeffrey Stone?”
“Since he first joined us three years ago.”
“Did the two of you get along?”
“As well as anyone.”
“That’s not an answer, Mr. Williams . Yes or no.”
“A yes or no doesn’t work, too limiting, doesn’t take in all the little nuances found in working relationships. I guess I would lean towards yes, I mean, he could be difficult but it goes hand in glove with genius.”
“Care to elaborate on genius?”
“Just my personal observations, of course, but I’ve found gifted people to be a bit unbalanced, that is, they can swing to extremes very easily and can be temperamental when people don’t grasp their vision.”
“So, he had temper tantrums, did he?”
“Yes, by times.”
“Did he pick on anyone in particular?”
Andrew crossed on leg over another.
“Not really. He could be mercurial but he was over it quickly. He wasn’t one to hold a grudge.”
“He made an enemy though didn’t he? Must have really pissed someone off. Any idea who?”
“No, none at all.”
“Who looked after stocking the liquor cabinet?”
“Ed, the stage hand did. He’d refresh the apple juice after 5 performances or so. Other than that, the bottle stayed untouched.”
“Any idea when Stone put his own bottle of bourbon in the cabinet?”
“No. I assumed he transferred it from his own stash to the cabinet sometime before the toast. It wasn’t ther e at the beginning of the week. I was searching for the glasses that were always placed on top of the cabinet and the bottom compartment was empty.”
“A man carrying a bottle of bourbon to the stage would attract a bit of attention, don’t you think?”
“Yes, but Jeffrey was constantly in and out of the theatre at all hours of the day and night. He could have moved it when the place was empty.”
“So, Mr. Williams , what happens now? Any idea who will step into the Director’s chair?”
Andrew brushed a piece of lint from the shirt sleeve.
“None at all.”
“Is it something you’d be interested in?”
“Certainly. But not interested enough to poison someone’s whiskey . ”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll keep that in mind. Any thoughts on who may have placed the poison in the bottle?”
Andrew’s face paled.
“None at all, no one associated with this production.”
“What does that mean? Do you have someone outside the production in mind?”
Andrew did but he’d be damned if he would mention his suspicion to him or anyone else.
“Of course not. Just a figure of speech.”
Gordon asked him a few more questions about procedures - placing of props, locking of
***
Andrew, summoned by the woman police constable for his interview, walked down the hallway, and knocked on the Eleanor’s office door. Disappointment stung him when he heard a male voice inviting him to come in. He hoped Sgt. Kate Fraser woul d be conducting the interview . Now that was a woman he could consider giving up his selfish slutty self for the likes of her.
Her beauty had literally stunned him when the detective in charge introduced her . He had stood like an adolescent, nodding his head and smiling, unable to croak out a word. She was tall est woman he had met , would come up to his chin in her stocking feet, the image stung him with excitement. Probably got a thing going with someone.
Sighing, he opened the door and entered the office. Gordon Ramsey sat behind the desk. M aking like a Howard Hughes, he ignored Andrew`s extended hand, and invited him to be seated. He didn`t waste time with polite talk, turned the tape recorder on and began.
“So, Mr. Wilkins, how long have you worked with Jeffrey Stone?”
“Since he first joined us three years ago.”
“Did the two of you get along?”
“As well as anyone.”
“That’s not an answer, Mr. Williams . Yes or no.”
“A yes or no doesn’t work, too limiting, doesn’t take in all the little nuances found in working relationships. I guess I would lean towards yes, I mean, he could be difficult but it goes hand in glove with genius.”
“Care to elaborate on genius?”
“Just my personal observations, of course, but I’ve found gifted people to be a bit unbalanced, that is, they can swing to extremes very easily and can be temperamental when people don’t grasp their vision.”
“So, he had temper tantrums, did he?”
“Yes, by times.”
“Did he pick on anyone in particular?”
Andrew crossed on leg over another.
“Not really. He could be mercurial but he was over it quickly. He wasn’t one to hold a grudge.”
“He made an enemy though didn’t he? Must have really pissed someone off. Any idea who?”
“No, none at all.”
“Who looked after stocking the liquor cabinet?”
“Ed, the stage hand did. He’d refresh the apple juice after 5 performances or so. Other than that, the bottle stayed untouched.”
“Any idea when Stone put his own bottle of bourbon in the cabinet?”
“No. I assumed he transferred it from his own stash to the cabinet sometime before the toast. It wasn’t ther e at the beginning of the week. I was searching for the glasses that were always placed on top of the cabinet and the bottom compartment was empty.”
“A man carrying a bottle of bourbon to the stage would attract a bit of attention, don’t you think?”
“Yes, but Jeffrey was constantly in and out of the theatre at all hours of the day and night. He could have moved it when the place was empty.”
“So, Mr. Williams , what happens now? Any idea who will step into the Director’s chair?”
Andrew brushed a piece of lint from the shirt sleeve.
“None at all.”
“Is it something you’d be interested in?”
“Certainly. But not interested enough to poison someone’s whiskey . ”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll keep that in mind. Any thoughts on who may have placed the poison in the bottle?”
Andrew’s face paled.
“None at all, no one associated with this production.”
“What does that mean? Do you have someone outside the production in mind?”
Andrew did but he’d be damned if he would mention his suspicion to him or anyone else.
“Of course not. Just a figure of speech.”
Gordon asked him a few more questions about procedures - placing of props, locking of
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