And, as I am so fond of quoting, “Circumstantial evidence is finding a trout in the milk.” I waited in the foyer until Max came back from returning the gun and bullets to the box office, then we headed down the side aisle for the door beside the stage which, I assumed, led backstage. We’d gotten about halfway there when the door opened and Jonathan and Chris came into the auditorium. “Good timing,” Max said. “Yeah, well, thank Jonathan’s stomach for that,” Chris said with a grin. “I thought we had a cage full of lions back there.” “So I’m hungry,” Jonathan said. He put his hand on his stomach, looked down at it, then looked up at me. “Hey!” he said brightly, “Maybe I’m eating for two!” “With that appetite, I’d say you were eating for six,” I said. “Good!” he said. “Then we’ll be sure to make the papers!” * We left the theater by the side door, making sure it was locked behind us, and took our time walking to the restaurant, which was farther than I’d expected.
