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look. " This time."
    "Exactly."
    He took a deep breath. "Okay." He paused, looked down at the babies gurgling with happy, full stomachs in the stroller. "I'd ask you to go home, but that's not gonna happen, is it?"
    I gave him an apologetic look. "Well, I can't just leave Dana here..."
    "All right, all right. Tell you what: wait with Dana. But once we get her statement you both go right home. Capice ?"
    I nodded and did a mock salute. "Scout's honor."
    Ramirez shot me a look that said he didn't really believe I'd been a scout, let alone was going to keep clear of the murder scene. But he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling out his badge and pushing his way toward Ricky's dressing room.
    Fifteen minutes later, Ramirez's entire crew of backup arrived, including CSU in black jackets carrying rolls of crime scene tape, a coroner with a stretcher, and a bunch of guys in uniforms who spread out to question people like a well-organized army.
    Dana and I sat on the bleachers, watching the scene unfold almost as if we were the audience witnessing a crime drama play out. Only as we watched two guys in plainclothes question Ricky, it hit home how very real this all was.
    Ricky gestured wildly with his arms as the first guy tried to calm him down (obviously Good Cop) and the second gave him a hard stare (clearly Bad Cop).
    I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out to see a text from my mom.
    omg. dead grl in rm's dressin room?
    I cringed. "Looks like the media has already gotten hold of this story." I showed Dana the text.
    She did a mirror image of my cringe. "Fab."
    true , I texted back to Mom. Where did u c the story?
    informer website, she typed back.
    I whipped my head around, half expecting to see the perky blonde head of Allie Quick bobbing through the crowd. It took me a second to remember, duh, no press were allowed on set. Which meant Allie must have an informant on the set. I scanned the assembled grips, PA's, dancers, celebrities and various other scattered crew, wondering just which one of them was feeding her info.
    "I missed the end of your fight," I told Dana, as I tucked my phone back in my pocket. "I'm guessing Ricky had no explanation for Irina being in his dressing room."
    " Nude in his dressing room," she added. Then shook her head, her face a blank as she watched Ricky. "And, no. Three years. You spend that kind of time with someone, and you think you know them."
    "You really think he was cheating on you?" I asked.
    Dana blew out a big breath. "I don't know what to believe."
    "How long did you leave him alone?" I asked.
    "Just a few minutes," Dana said. "Or, I don't know. Maybe a little longer, I guess. I got a call form my agent about the Lover Girl shoot next week. I stepped outside to take it, and when I came back in, everyone was looking for Irina. It wasn't until they found her that I saw Ricky again."
    "I hate to be the one to point this out," I said, watching as Bad Cop took his turn grilling Ricky, "but it really doesn't look good that she was found in Ricky's dressing room."
    "I know. I know. I mean, what else would she be doing there au naturel, right?"
    I shifted uncomfortably on the bleachers. "No, I mean... well... I didn't exactly hear an iron clad alibi back there when you asked where he was earlier?"
    Her eyes went big and round. "Oh, no. No way. Ricky did not kill that girl. I mean, there's a big difference between cheating and killing."
    I nodded. "I know. But I'm just saying it doesn't look good. To the cops. Or the press," I added, gesturing to my phone. "Or anyone else."
    Dana turned to watch Ricky again. "He needs a lawyer, doesn't he?" she asked.
    I nodded. "If I were in his shoes? I'd want one."
    "This is such a nightmare."
    "Sorry," I said, rubbing her shoulders.
    Just then Livvie started whining and squirming in her seat. I picked her up, and a certain odor wafted up to my nostrils.
    "Uh-oh. Nature calls."
    "Go ahead," Dana waved at me. "I'll be fine."
    "I'll be right