I nodded. “Is that what killed him?”

He paused for a moment, then said, “We still need to determine that.”

“He was shot, Ms. Wainwright,” Inspector Lee said evenly.

“But the blood on the knife…” I gulped.

“He might’ve grabbed it,” she said, apparently unconcerned that her partner was glowering at her. “Do you own a gun, Ms. Wainwright?”

“What? No.” The only gun I’d seen lately belonged to Derek Stone, but he was one of them. Or so he’d said.

Jaglow’s eyes narrowed in on me. “What are you thinking, Ms. Wainwright?”

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say next. They’d worn out my last nerve. All I could picture was Abraham, so happy tonight, so glad we were friends again. I wanted to hug him and hear him laugh. Against my will, tears sprang to my eyes.

The two cops exchanged glances.

“I guess that’s enough for tonight,” Jaglow said as he stood and slipped his notebook into his back pocket. The action pulled his jacket back and I could see his gun in the holster under his arm. Yet another reminder that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. “We’ve got your contact information and I assume you’re not leaving town anytime soon?”

Was that cop humor? I’d probably laugh about it later.

“No, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. I’m sure we’ll have more questions for you.”

“That’s fine,” I said, sliding off the stool. “Really. Anything you want to know, please call me. I want to help find whoever did this.”

“We appreciate that.” They led me out of the workroom and pointed the way back down the hall to the room where I’d left Robin and Derek Stone.

Derek came out into the hall just then, and as he passed me, he whispered, “I’ll be watching you like a hawk, Ms. Wainwright.”

My stomach knotted up. I didn’t know where to turn. Uniformed police officers stood guard in front of several of the doors to the different studios. Yellow crime scene tape was strewn across the double doors at the far end.