Eve sat so she and the maid were on the same level, then said, firmly, “Stop it.”
Obviously used to following orders, the maid instantly snuffled back the sobs. “I’m so upset,” she told Eve. “Miss Tiara, poor Miss Tiara.”
“Yes, I’m very sorry. You’ve worked for her for a while?”
“Five years.”
“I know this is hard, but I need you to answer some questions now. To help me find who did this to Miss Tiara.”
“Yes.” The maid pressed a hand to her heart. “Anything. Anything.”
“You have keys and passcodes to the apartment?”
“Oh, yes. I come in every day to do for Miss Tiara when she’s in residence. And three times a week when she’s away.”
“Who else has access to the apartment?”
“No one. Well, maybe Miss Daffy. I’m not sure.”
“Miss Daffy.”
“Miss Tiara’s friend, Daffodil Wheats. Her very best friend, except when they’re fighting, then Miss Caramel is her best friend.”
“Are you putting me on with these names?”
The maid blinked her swollen, bloodshot eyes. “No, ma’am.”
“Lieutenant,” Eve corrected. “All right, this Daffodil and Caramel were friends of Miss Kent’s. What about men? What men was she seeing?”
“She saw a lot of men. She was so beautiful, so young, and so vibrant that—”
“Intimately, Ms. Cruz,” Eve interrupted to stop both the eulogy and the fresh tears. “And most recently.”
“Please call me Estella. She enjoyed men. She was young and vibrant, as I said. I don’t know them all—some were just a moment, others longer. But in the past week or two, I think there was just one.”
“Who would that be?”
“I don’t know. I never saw him. But I could tell she was in love again—she laughed more, and danced around the apartment, and…” Estella seemed to struggle for a moment with her own code of discretion.
“Everything you tell me may help in the investigation,” Eve prompted.
“Yes. Well…when you take care of someone, you know when they’ve had a…an intimacy. She had a lover in her bed every night for a week or more.”
“But you never saw him.”
“Never. I come at eight every morning, and leave at six, unless she needs me to stay longer. He was never here when I was here.”
“Was it her habit to turn off her security system from in-house?”
“Never, never.” Dry-eyed now, Estella shook her head decisively from side to side. “It was never to be disengaged. I don’t understand why she would have done that. I saw it was off when I came in this morning. I thought there must be a glitch in the system, and Miss Tiara would be angry. I called downstairs to report it even before I went up to the bedroom.”
“All right. You came in at eight, noted the security was off, reported it, then went upstairs. Is that your usual routine, to come in, go up to her bedroom?”
“Yes, to get Biddy.” Estella bent her head to nuzzle the dog. “To take him for his morning walk, then to feed him. Miss Tiara usually sleeps until about eleven.”
Estella’s brow creased. “Later these last days, since—the new lover. Sometimes she didn’t come downstairs until into the afternoon, and she ordered all the windows draped when she did. She said she only wanted the night. It worried me because she looked so pale, and wouldn’t eat. But I thought, well, she’s in love, that’s all.”
After a long, long sigh, Estella continued. “Then this morning, Biddy wasn’t waiting by the bedroom door. He always waits there for me in the morning. I went in, very quietly. He was coming to the door, but he wasn’t walking right.”