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about other problems Bert might have been having with anyone else, maybe friends or business associates?” I asked.
    Monaco gave us her opinion. “Bert had problems with everyone, so if you’re looking for suspects, I’d say everyone at Nirvana at one time or another wanted to kill him.”
    “Why is that?” Darby asked.
    After Paris and Monaco described their stepfather as a driven egomaniac, Florence gave us her opinion. “My father was someone who was used to getting his way. He wasn’t happy if someone disagreed with him.”
    “You adopted?” Darby bluntly asked her.
    She smiled sweetly. “Yes. I’m originally from Saint Kitts. I was adopted when I was five.”
    “What about your daddy?” he asked her sisters. “He in the picture?” When Paris and Monaco laughed, he said, “What’s so damn funny?”
    “You must not watch our show,” Monaco said. “Our father is Ronald Collins, and...”
    “He’s never been in the picture,” Paris said, finishing her sentence.
    “Collins?” Darby said, scratching the sparse hair on his head.
    “The former governor?” I asked, looking at the two women.
    Paris smirked at Darby. “Daddy dearest has been dead for over a decade, so you can probably rule him out as a suspect.”
    I realized there was a lot I didn’t know about the Princes and would need to make a point of brushing up on the family history, including watching their TV show. “What about…” I checked my notepad. “…your agent, Marisha? I understand she and your stepfather had issues.”
    “Marisha looked out for our interests,” Paris said. “She and Bert disagreed, but it was just a matter of business.” Her sisters agreed with what she’d said.
    We spent another half hour with the three women, not getting anything useful. I was about to end the interview when I thought about the director of their show. “We understand that Sly Sylvester was with your stepfather a couple of hours before he died. Can you tell us about their relationship?”
    Paris answered. “Sly’s a perv and a pain, but he’s no killer. He and Bert always argued, but it was just part of putting the show together.”
    “When you say he’s a perv,” Darby said, “what do you mean?”
    Paris looked at her sisters. “I think he’s hit on all of us at one time.” She got nods from the other two women. “He’s a sex addict and can’t control himself. He even hit on Bruce once.”
    “Bruce?” I asked.
    “Our brother,” Monaco said. She must have seen my confusion. “He’s part of the family, Bert’s son by Bailey.” She pointed through the window. “He’s on the chair over by the pool.”
    I took their phone numbers and said we’d be in touch. As Darby and I walked over to talk to Bruce Prince, I said to him, “I’m feeling a little out of my element with the family dynamics. You ever watched the show?”
    “A couple of times, but it’s not my thing.” His gaze wandered over to Edna, who was talking to Leo. “This place is what the lieutenant would call one big fuck show. And, the problem is, I think we’re gonna end up with more suspects than we know what to do with.”
    We went over and introduced ourselves to Bruce Prince. He looked to be in his late twenties and was handsome, with brown hair and green eyes, features he’d shared with his dead father.
    After some preliminaries, the young man gave us some more family background. “My father married Lady about seven years ago.” He took a moment, trying to compose himself. I noticed that his green eyes were about the same color as mine, but they were bloodshot. He finally went on. “We’re kind of like the Brady Bunch on steroids, with a camera always in our faces.”
    “That must be difficult,” Darby said, “having everything you do always caught on camera.”
    Bruce swept the hair off his forehead and sucked in a breath. He was about six feet tall and something about his demeanor brought the word charming to mind. “You get used to it