Alder was staying another night with Ellen, Drake told her. Cleo, Peter, and Ben were already seated and talking quietly when Bella joined them. Annie, looking considerably better than the day before, served them all squash soup while Drake passed around freshly baked bread and butter. As they ate, Bella filled them in on everything she’d learned from Graham. “There are so many suspects in this case I hardly know where to start,” said Peter. “Do you think Graham’s capable of this, Bella?” She shook her head, vigorously. “He’s a coward and a worm but, no, I cannot believe he’s capable of murder. And there’s no motive. It’s better for him if the actress on his film remains alive.” “I think we should fly to Los Angeles tomorrow,” said Peter. “See if we can talk to Ms. Zinn.” Bella glanced at Ben, who had barely said two words to any of them since she’d arrived back from seeing Graham. He moved his spoon around his bowl of soup and didn’t look up. “How could we get her to speak to us?”
