Nothing so obvious as an escaped Sharon Dain, out to massacre all the people who refused to help her in her time of trouble, developed. Colorado police assured Hardy that Sharon Dain was safely tucked away in a state prison for women. She hadn’t escaped. She wasn’t even due for a parole hearing for another ten years. She had, it seemed, through her lawyer, Max Steiner, moved to appeal her conviction on technical grounds involving her trial, and had been turned down by the state’s highest court. That final decision had been handed down just about a month ago. “You might think the woman’s lover was out on some kind of revenge kick,” Hardy said, “except that she killed her lover—with picture wire!” “She killed that lover with picture wire,” Chambrun said. He looked around at the rest of us. “Who knows anything about this Dain girl except for the murder case?” No one spoke. “You, Miss Coyle,” Chambrun said, “were approached by an actor named Lance Wilson to get help from Joanna Fraser.”
