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about Cupid last month.”
    “How about Robin Hood?” Linda frowned slightly. “Did they steal anything from Deana?”
    “Her wallet’s missing. You might be onto something, Linda. But Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave it to the poor. And Deana wasn’t rich.”
    “But they might have thought she was.” Ingrid sighed enviously. “She sure spent a lot of money on clothes.”
    Mr. Calloway glanced at his watch. “Okay, guys. Let’s break this up. It’s almost midnight. Who’s going to follow Ingrid home?”
    “I will.” Michael spoke up. “I’ll do a caravan with Mary Beth, Ingrid, and Becky.”
    Mr. Calloway looked puzzled. “But they’re in the other direction. Wouldn’t it be better if you followed Judy home? She lives right next door to you.”
    “I have to go to Becky’s house anyway.” Michael ex plained. “We’re going to take a couple of minutes, and go over her new material.”
    “Tonight?” Carla looked surprised.
    “We have to do it tonight,” Becky said to all of them. “I’ve got an audition at Laughs Galore tomorrow night.”
    “Congratulations!” Mr. Calloway looked pleased. “It’s a good club, Becky. I’ve met the owner and he treats his people right. But we’re going to miss you if you get the job.”
    Becky laughed. “No, you won’t. If I get the spot, he only wants me for Sunday nights. And that means I can still work at Covers . . . if you want me.”
    “Of course I want you. You’re the best comedian we’ve ever had, and the audience loves you.”
    “Let’s just hope they love me at Laughs Galore.” Becky looked a little nervous.
    “They’ll adore you, just like we do—I already told you that.” Michael slipped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. Then he turned to the group. “She’s on at ten-thirty tomorrow night.”
    Carla spoke up. “Do you want us to come and laugh at all your jokes?”
    “That’s really nice of you, but . . . well . . . it’s really not necessary.” Becky looked slightly embarrassed. “Michael’s coming, and he’s really all the audience I need.”
    Mr. Calloway shook his head. “Nonsense! The more laughs you get, the better your chances are. I’ll be there.”
    “Me, too.” Vera nodded.
    “I’ll bring Nita, and we’ll invite our older sister and her husband.” Berto spoke up. “That’ll be four more.”
    Ingrid nodded. “I’ll come. How about you, Mary Beth?”
    “Sure, if I can ride with you. Are you in, Judy?”
    “Of course,” Judy nodded.
    One by one, everyone promised to come to Becky’s audition. It was the first time one of their group had auditioned for an outside job, and they were all prepared to give Becky lots of support.
    “Okay.” Mr. Calloway stood up. “Does everybody have rides arranged?”
    Carla nodded. “We’re all set, Mr. Calloway. Judy? Will you help me lock up the office?”
    “Sure.” Judy was slightly puzzled. Carla had never asked for help before. But when they got to the office, Carla turned to her with a frown on her face.
    “They’re going on with the contest, aren’t they?”
    It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Judy looked at Carla in surprise. “What makes you say that?”
    “Becky. Deana’s only been dead for twenty-four hours, and she’s already moving in on Michael.”
    “I noticed that. But maybe Becky’s just nervous about her audition. Michael’s always helped her with her new material.”
    “At midnight?” Carla raised her eyebrows. “Well . . . we’ll see. She hasn’t said anything to you about giving her points, has she?”
    “Not a word.”
    “If she does, I think you should warn her to be very careful. I’ve been thinking about what you said about Cupid, and it makes some kind of crazy sense. It’s possible Deana was killed because she was going out with Michael.”
    “You think one of the group killed her because they were jealous that she was winning?”
    Carla shrugged. “I don’t think anything. I