after a while, but I don’t deny that it can be a pain in the ass.”
When the conversation turned to the death of his father, his eyes filled. We gave him a moment to compose himself before I said, “Tell us about your father, who you think might have wanted to harm him.”
He wiped his tears on the sleeve of his shirt and shook his head. “I can’t really say. He didn’t have a lot of friends, probably because of his personality, but I can’t think of anyone who would want to kill him.”
“You guys get along?” Darby asked, fixing his muddy eyes on him.
He sniffed, controlling his emotions. “I guess you could say that my dad and I had a pretty superficial relationship in recent years. He was driven by his business interests, and…” He choked up again and didn’t go on.
I met Darby’s eyes for a moment while we waited for our victim’s son to regain some composure. Even though I knew his father had affairs, I wanted his take on the situation. “What about other women?” I asked, after he’d controlled his emotions. “Was your father involved with anyone?”
He chuckled. “Of course. Lots of women. I could probably give you a list of names.”
“And your stepmother, how did she feel about that?”
“They were together only for the TV show. Lady and my dad…they had an arrangement. They both saw other people, but kept it on the down low.”
“Does anyone on the list you’re going to give us come to mind as someone who might have wanted to harm your father, someone like Marisha or your mother?”
He laughed. “Marisha and my dad have…I mean, had their issues, but it was superficial. As for my mother…” His mirth was gone now. “She and my dad also had problems, but she’s not the type to kill someone.” His gaze drifted off. “I think, on some level, she still loved him.”
I made arrangements for him to text me with the names and information of the women that his father had been involved with before ending the interview. Darby and I then met up with Leo and Buck. We took a few minutes as we all filled in one another on what we’d learned.
“Didn’t get a whole lot,” Leo said, after Darby and I told them about our interviews. “We interviewed Sly Sylvester, the director. He admitted lots of conflict with the vic, but said it was just business.”
“I think he’s pretty superficial,” Buck agreed. He motioned to the Prince sisters, who were chatting with a group of people on the patio. “I talked to Florence a couple of minutes ago. She said that Marisha Dole, their agent, called. She apparently just heard about the shooting and is on her way over here. Florence also confided in me that Bert and Marisha were involved at one time.”
“From what it sounds like,” Darby said, “Bert Prince hooked up with half the women in LA.”
Edna came over, and we filled him in on our interviews and told him that none of the GSR tests had turned up anything positive.
The lieutenant summed up his thoughts. “So we got a dead man, a house full of crazies, and a wounded cop. Everything was caught on tape, and we got enough suspects to fill the Hollywood Bowl. Somebody just take my fucking gun and shoot me.”
SIX
Marisha Dole arrived a half hour later. We gave her a few minutes to offer some comfort to Lady and her daughters. She then agreed to meet with us in one of Nirvana’s many bedrooms that had been converted to offices for the TV show. Leo and Buck joined Darby and me as the interview began.
“This is the worst day of my life,” Marisha said after she took a seat across from Darby and me. “I can’t begin to imagine what the girls and Lady are going through.”
The agent for Lady and her daughters looked to be in her mid-thirties, with silky brown hair. She was pretty, with even features. Something about her reminded me of Jaclyn Smith, the actress from the old Charlie’s Angels TV show.
“Tell us about your relationship with Bert,” Darby said, taking the