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Six weeks later, R. A. Huber and her husband Peter enjoyed a leisurely evening at their home in Merida, located in the San Fernando Valley at the foot of the Angeles National Forest Mountains. They were sitting at opposite ends of the dining room table, each absorbed with his own project. Peter peered into his laptop screen, doing research for a current manuscript, while his spouse was busy sorting photo prints in chronological order and adding them into an album. After over four decades of marriage, the couple felt comfortable spending long periods of time in close proximity without uttering a single word.

Regula suddenly broke the silence and said, “Guess who took me to lunch today?”

Peter looked up, slightly disoriented, “Hmm?”

“Remember Sergeant Wolf?”

“Of the South Pasadena Police Department?”

“Yes, him. He called me out of the blue and we met for lunch.”

“How is he these days?”

“Getting older like the rest of us. He still looks impressive, though.”

“So why did he want to see you?”

“He had a favor to ask.”

Peter chuckled, making his graying mustache wriggle, and said, “That’s a switch; you’re usually the one to ask favors of the police.”

“Sergeant Wolf is retired now. He wants me to investigate a murder case.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope. Want to hear about it?”

“Sure,” he replied, “I’m at a dead-end in my research, so shoot.” He shut down his computer, leaned back, folded his hands behind his white head of hair, and was ready to listen.

His wife said, “Remember the news around Valentine’s Day about an explosion at the Cubbyhole Theater, killing a young actress?”

“Yes, I sure do.”

“Her name was Megan Maguire and she is a distant relative of the Sergeant. The police are investigating but so far have not made much progress, and Megan’s parents begged Sergeant Wolf to look into it. He doesn’t feel right about meddling since he’s no longer on the force and suggested that they hire me. The way he put it, ‘This case is right up your alley, Mrs. Huber.’”

“Well Regula, what case isn’t?” Peter teased.

His spouse ignored the remark and related all she had learned during her luncheon that day. Sergeant Wolf still had connections and was able to give her plenty of information.

“Evidently, the explosion had been caused by a device hidden inside a potted orchid arrangement that was delivered to the actress’s backstage dressing room. The entire room and part of the adjacent hallway was destroyed, and there was hardly anything left of the flower pot for analysis. Since the bomb, or whatever explosive device was used, self-destructed, there was no evidence of how exactly it had been activated. The assumption is that there was either a timer attached or most likely the device was set in motion by a cell phone.

“Consequently, the young lady perished. At least the Sergeant was positive that her end came swiftly. Megan was 22 years old, a college dropout, born and raised in Portland, Oregon of Irish immigrant parents. She moved to Southern California in search of an acting career. She shared an apartment with another young woman in Pasadena and supported herself as a salesclerk at an upscale fashion boutique. The young woman took acting lessons and joined an amateur theater group where she landed the lead role in From Sin to Virtue.”

Peter said, “The play sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.”

“We saw it a long time ago on Broadway during a visit to New York. It centers on the seven capital vices and virtues.”

“Oh, I remember now; it was an excellent show.”

She explained that Mr. Wolf had given her the names of all the people the police interviewed. The list was long, starting with Megan’s parents, several theater group members, the acting school instructor, the proprietress of Le Monde Fashion where she worked, her roommate, and an old discarded boyfriend who had followed her to the Southland.

Coming to the end of her narrative she said, “That’s it in a nutshell.”

“You’ve got your work cut out for you; if you’re taking the case, that is,” Peter remarked.

“You bet I’m taking it. Sergeant Wolf helped me out a lot in the past. The Worthington file comes to mind and another at North Shore Lake Tahoe where my investigation took us all over Central Mexico.”

“As I recall, we had a great time on that trip!”

“Don’t get me off the subject, Peter. Like I said, Wolf held my hand more than once, the least I can do now is try giving his relatives some closure.” She added, “Besides, getting a taste of the acting world might be interesting.”

“Is it a pro bono job?”

“I offered, but Megan’s folks, the Maguires, insisted on paying for my services.”

Peter raised an eyebrow and said, “You already talked to the victim’s parents?”

“When I got back to my office after lunch, Sergeant Wolf put through a three-way call to me and the Maguires in Portland.”

“Are you going to let Andi help you with the investigation?”

“Probably, unless she’s too busy studying for her semester finals.”

Regula had kept up her photo project while talking, and now she closed the album with a bang and said, “Done!”