Wendy looked at him for a minute, then backed up to the control board. On the other side of the glass, the musicians were chatting as they took down music and put their instruments away, and Wendy pushed a button on the control board and said, "Everybody, come on in: there's a cop here who thinks we killed Erica."

IN A MINUTE or so, the room had filled with a half-dozen querulous women, none of them, with the exception of Berni the drummer, especially small. Virgil watched with interest as Wendy put on her outraged mask. It went on like a Halloween face, and Virgil thought, I've got a crazy one.

Not knowing exactly what was going to happen, Virgil eased to his feet as the women pushed into the control room, as though he were being polite; they brought the odor of overheated bodies with them, and he noticed that a couple of them were sweating, from the session just ended-harder work than it seemed.

Wendy said, "Well, he says one of us did it-who was it? Cat? Did you do it?"

"Not me," said the keyboard player. She looked at Virgil, storming up. "Did he say it was me?"

Wendy turned to Virgil, ready to say something, but Virgil snapped, "I didn't say it was anybody. But we've got a lot of women swarming around Wendy here, and Wendy was sleeping with McDill. You're where we look. Everybody who doesn't like Wendy, raise your hands: you can go."

They all looked at one another, and a couple of women flashed amused smiles. No hands went up.

Berni said, "You know, people could get sued if you go throwing these accusations around."

"If you think you see an accusation, sue me," Virgil said.

"Maybe we ought to kick your ass," the lead guitar said, and she sounded serious.

More quick glances, people checking to see how far this was going, and Virgil took a step to his right, to open the distance by three feet and to get his back against a wall. One of the engineers said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, we got equipment in here."

Virgil said to the lead guitar, "Well, roll it out, honey. Let's see what you got," and he said it with enough ice that he caught their attention.

"You think you can take all of us?" the lead guitar asked.

"I think so," Virgil said. "Maybe not. I'll have to hurt a couple people bad, maybe blind you."

"You're fuckin' crazy," one of the engineers said.

"I'm a BCA agent investigating a murder. If you guys take me on, I'll beat as many of you as I can, and all of you will be going to prison for assault on a peace officer, which is a felony in the state of Minnesota," Virgil said. "You think a murder is fuckin' funny, you should have come down and looked into McDill's dead empty eyes, the back of her head all blown out. She wasn't laughing. You want a couple of years in prison to think about that, bring it on."

That turned them off, quick as a light switch. The woman who'd been playing the violin said, "This is nuts. I've got nothing to do with this. I don't want to fight a cop. My dad's a cop."

"Pussy," Wendy said.

"Hey, you wanna come out in the live room and say that?" the woman snarled at Wendy.

The engineer, a burly guy with heavy-rimmed black-plastic Hollywood hipster glasses, pushed into the woman and said, "Get out of here. You're gonna start breakin' stuff, goddamnit. Wendy, that board's a hundred and fifty thousand and if you bust it, you pay for it; or your old man does."

"I'm outa here," said the violinist.

"Nobody's out of here," Virgil said. "I came here to interview you, one at a time. Take five minutes each."

"Outside," the engineer said. "Do it outside."

THEY WOUND UP doing it in the drum booth, Virgil sitting on the drummer's stool, the women, Wendy last, moving in and out of a metal folding chair.

Berni Kelly, who called herself Raven, drummer: "Like I told you the other night, I was by myself, but I didn't do it. I was home, waiting for Wendy. Her dad was there, over at his place, part of the time, anyway. I didn't see him-I saw his truck and I'm sure he must've seen mine. I didn't know about Wendy and McDill. I guess I was the last to find out."

"You're pretty upset?"

"Well, she's gone off before," Berni said. "She always comes back. But I was pretty upset. I mean, last night, I hit her as hard as I could."

"Pretty good shot, too," Virgil said with a grin.

"Thank you."

"You're back together?" Virgil asked.

"We are. Yes. Listen, I really don't have anything against you. I hope you find out who killed Erica, even though I didn't like her. Us guys got this rock 'n' roll attitude about cops, but it's a TV thing, it's not real. I'm on your side, really."

"What do you think about Zoe Tull?"

"I don't think about her," Berni said. "She and Wendy had a thing, but Zoe's so straight, Wendy couldn't stand it anymore. I mean, Zoe wanted to exchange Valentine's Day candy-heart boxes, for God's sakes."

CATHY (CAT) MATHIS, KEYBOARDS: "We could have taken you."

"Maybe-you had total weight on your side and you might have taken me down, but I would have hurt a few of you, and the more I hurt, the more room I'd have to go after the rest," Virgil said with a smile. "It'd be an interesting thing to try out, except that we'd have to hurt people to do it. If I didn't have the job I have, I'd be willing to try it out."

Her head bobbed up and down a couple of times, and then she said, "Really?"-a genuine question.

"Yeah. Really," Virgil said.

"You like to fight?" she asked.

"Like is the wrong word," Virgil said. "I find it intense. My life lacks intensity."

"You killed all those Vietnamese. Was that intense?"

"I didn't personally kill anybody-but yeah: it was intense," Virgil said. Before she could ask another question, he asked, "Where were you when McDill was killed?"

"I don't know exactly when she was killed, but I heard it was late afternoon. I have a karate class at six o'clock, and I was in class."

"Karate. You like to fight?" Virgil asked.

"My life lacks intensity," she said.

"How many people in the class?" Virgil asked.

"Probably eight or nine people, plus the sensei," Mathis said. "Then, another class came in while we were finishing. If you want to check the alibi, you should do it quick-today-before people start to forget. I sparred with a guy named Larry Busch."

"If you had to pick out one person that you know who might have killed Erica McDill, who would you pick?"

But she was already shaking her head: "Not a fair question. I have no idea who might have wanted to hurt McDill. I knew that she and Wendy were fooling around, but I figured that was their business."

"Have you had a relationship with Wendy yourself?"

"Yeah. She pays me to play keyboards. I'm an employee," Mathis said.

"But…"

"I'm straight."

"All right; so you had no… love interest in the situation… with either McDill or Wendy or Berni or whoever."

"Nope."

BERTHA (BERT) CARR, the violinist: "You're looking at the wrong place. The only person who might have wanted to get rid of McDill for romantic… or sexual reasons… would be Berni, and Berni really didn't know. I mean, I know she didn't know, because I was talking to her about Wendy and she asked me if I thought McDill was a threat. She knew McDill had an eye on Wendy, but didn't know how far it had gotten."

"When did you figure it out?"

"Tuesday night. Nobody said anything, but we were sitting around here and Wendy's dad brought some pizzas and McDill and Wendy were sitting right next to each other, were touching each other all the time; right there with Dad watching."

"Tuesday."

"Yes. I counted back."

"If I shouldn't be looking here, where should I be looking?" Virgil asked.

"At the Eagle Nest," Carr said. "That place… you know that there are a lot of us who stay there, right?"